Coconut Oil Cirrhosis

NEW ALUMINUM ROOF

will put a tin roof with 4 downligth low consumption, which will give us plenty of light in the kitchen, the roof also will plug the electrical circuits we have installed, in this case also I made a circuit around the kitchen was going to end up in the dining room an air-conditioning, things like god is better made ...

I Need Something To Keep Me Awake

Story of a woman gray (Part II) Story of a woman

Walked to the back of my department had a park, horrible, polluted and dirty. Full of garbage and earth. But hey still maintained its lagoon. And yet a couple of ducks swimming on it. I wore a coat that hides my very thin skin and a hat that belonged to my grandmother. I sat in the park to see the people, those crazy robots and autistic. Suddenly I saw one in the middle of the park. It was also an autistic automaton with a world in my head. What about the others? should also have a world on its head, would never know because there were no bridges that connect us. And to think that in that park my parents had met and fallen in love. At that time the city was still a village and organized kermesses. They had met and sworn to love forever. But 30 years later my dad left us never to return. What had happened in this world of shit? My mom did not let a tear and I cry in silence, I learned to smoke and I escape in books always promise happy endings.
I stopped and turned to abstract to reality. And there I saw it.: I was with a mostly yellow too and her skin was gray, the world we had gathered. We sat down, talked to a lot of things but above all feelings. He had not tried to try to remove the gray with carrots. He said he knew his skin gray and never again regain its color. I was more sad than me. The Jazz listening, not reading, not singing and not laughing. Just listen to jazz and smoked. Fumo waiting, he said. He shook my hand and told me not to seek to change things, it was in vain. I told him I knew, it was the carrots to get my color because my tears trailed down on a force if gray. She said that the tears do not matter, because nobody knew mourn, because he no longer knew was pain. After talking we decided that we did not belong to the world and if we had time to leave this world then we would be sought. We got into one of the boats were on the shore and rowed to the center of the lagoon. We sink in a bit, float a few seconds staring and then we dive into the water. We wanted a poetic death and got it. Then we find, with the look of stone, cold and ethereal. As our skin. But we would not be present.

Keratosis Pilaris Itchy Steam

Gray (Part I)

was a cold day when I came to the soul. The sun is accommodated in a little over the mountains to the west. The fear was always present in my being, fear is frightening as the bare trees in winter. To return all a bit tragic I was alone in the world. There was no friends and loves to draw upon. Just had my music and books. I had smoked a pack of cigarettes in two hours. And my skin began to turn gray. He looked like a skinned human ashes. Or stone skin. I was very depressed because I had turned to leave, for the umpteenth time a relationship was not working. Or a disgrace. The world knew that was left, the universe knew that was left over, I'm sure there was an error in the constellations on the day I was born for example, that a meteor fell disrupting the plans of the blue bodies.
Turning to cigarettes, I turned gray. Gray as a ghost, like a rock, like a metal. Like a rock metal like a ghost. Ghost, rock and metal. Ethereal, hard and cold. Cold Metal hard rock ghost ethereal. One thing led to another and the result was more than the sum of its parts: Soledad. Was doomed to be alone. But to assume that would be one always defending the world was devastating. And I was crushed. Would you say that there are injustices in creation? Could say anything he wanted. I could scream, would spit it out but the world was not going to listen. Somehow, he had formed a strong between me and the world. We were at war. I was actually at war, but he never knew. Because I was but an ant, and the young. It was gray. What would I do? It was gray seriously. So I went out to buy lots of carrots. The seller and the whole world were turned to me, it was impossible not to attract attention. But neither showed much curiosity because no one approached to ask. It was not by discretion. People are always misplaced. But hey, I thought that nobody cared nothing for such a phenomenon is not every day. At this time it was over the news, newspapers ceased to circulate to the masses. The world works in slow motion, all inside of your bubble, afraid to interact with others. All with your cell phone or mp3 and ipods. And I gray. Gray and ignored! I buy carrots and went home. I ate seven but nothing happened. Gray and was still smoking. Because I hope smoking, and smoking waiting. The problem is that I was a lover of life back. I had a fantastic mother was commissioned to introduce the world of literature and let me treat him as he had wanted. So with a very messy reading and knowledge of our history, historical novels just counted I had created a dream, a dream far removed from reality. But optimistic. The problem was the day I turned gray. Like a ghost, ethereal. Like a rock, hard and cold like a metal. I realized that there was no turning back. That man had dug his own grave and already had two feet in and it would be impossible to escape. Because we had destroyed what remained unemployed, we had destroyed our land. The land of all living beings. And my skin stopped being skin. My skin was ash and the bottom of my heart I knew that never again would be skin. Because my being was sad because I had not realized that the world would end because of us. My fault. How to live when one's skin becomes ashes? You can not live. My tears, they looked so ugly in the back of my gray skin. The tears that had appreciated so beautifully sad. I always knew it was wrong to mourn, as long as you cry with color is born. But suddenly it was gray, so my tears were not sense, had no strength.

Very Bad Cases Of Ringworms

A nightmare had ordered my head. I was very scared but I woke up I realized the pain was important, necessary. So I organized a list that was not really a list. It was a blank, which had a single name: Javier Bril. My former partner, a reverend imbecile who owed him a reckoning, He was responsible for making me a martyr and that's not going to leave him free. Life was a single and no longer had time to recover. He had dreamed that he killed little by little and cried aloud for mercy. I was very happy on the other hand, I was released and everything was beautiful. I apologized later and blame the world, forever trying to solve violence with violence.

I got up and brushed my teeth. Would be a long day, I put the kettle on to make me a coffee. Meanwhile, lay the bed and swept a little apartment. I prepare the coffee was especially rich and a cheese sandwich. I put on my uniform and I hung the card that read in bold Violeta Montes and finally, I went to work that I hated. All you had to do was bend envelopes with invitations to certain events or going to make photocopies. The photocopier was very old at that time was not like now, was a half an hour to get two simple games. That day, while photocopies made the stupid I was thinking how it would materialize in the death of Javier. He had to suffer this death, and I knew in his heart that the only solution was to kill him to end his life because some of them had to leave this world. We could not coexist and I was not going to sacrifice my life for him.

I was afraid because laura Laura ... I was. But I was two people: I was Laura Violeta times before. After I stopped being Laura ... because I was scared and because she was a invención.Es say, first I Violet, Violet was always. But there was a time when I was Laura. Laura Laura Laura. Laura gave me vertigo. Violeta always had vertigo but Violet could not avoid becoming laura. But Laura did many things that were wrong. The company has and the other to sit in it. Laura's problem was that all he cared nothing, and nothing would change.
If someone had heard what he thought would think I'm crazy but I'm not only was sad, I'm sad. I wanted I wanted to kill him, but what it meant to be a simple murder? He wanted to avenge my scathing unhappiness, so procedural. Would be little and have death in my world, my head felt right. Justice, forgiveness laura's head.
also knew or suspected that he had killed him, was going to kill Laura. Laura had been a creation of him and I could not live with two people inside me. I was born and die as Violeta Violeta. Laura was going to disappear with the wind which carried the ashes of Javier. I felt sorry for him, but he deserved every inch of his death and I deserve to recover Violet me.


first thing I did after work was to address the hair and dye my hair jet black. He had the key to her apartment and the good news is that he never knew that I had won that key. At the hairdresser asked me makeup. Let me be the most pale and accentuated my dark circles. The barber asked me what kind of witch was, to which I replied that I was only going to kill my ex-boyfriend. I do not understand why my confession caused him so funny. From there I got into a taxi and asked that he address Derqui 354. The driver looked at me and looked me up and asked me if what I was wearing was a disguise. "No ... is that going to kill my ex-boyfriend and I want to be prepared" for a long time laughed and congratulated me on the costume. (I turned to clarify that it was not a costume, is amazing, when we tell the truth people do not believe us and if they lie, yeah.) We reached the place he had indicated and wished me luck. I went to the room b. I knew that would not arrive until 10 o'clock. I noticed the time, were just 7 and 32. I entered the apartment, was just as messy as ever. It was a pig.


was afraid to follow, but happiness is always within easy reach as well as anguish. It makes me very sad to know that sometimes prefer to be sad. Must be the pressure you feel: the price of happiness is to be sad. Sadness overcomes us and destroys us, slowly. The laughs become rare and the air becomes denser, it sometimes seems that no air. I remembered the kite contest at my school. The kites were winning were always parents of students however, students who were never flew so high nor so long, never earned. I never won. I remembered a particular year, was 9 years old and never flew my kite, my sadness was immense and I sat in the locker room to mourn the school while delivering the prizes. I wondered what might have done wrong to be so unhappy but there was no response. Do not know if I was ready. It was already 9.45. My hands gripped the knife with all his might and could not stop sweating. I began to mourn, was a long, silent tears. In short, what I had done Javier? He was not a fool insensitive portion of the heap. It was I who did not fit in this world who swore that was round but I could not stop seeing empty square. Because if Laura was me, because I used Javier was purple but Laura had created me, I could not get ... unless you kill the body of Violet! Finally, I understood the logic, the answer was much easier. My hands took the knife to my heart to destroy my life. And Laura. I left this world, my body was dead and my soul never existed.