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Began in Hebrew can be translated as "in your backyard" garden of Eden. The diet in Eden was Vegan: YD "s said:" I give all grass seed on earth, and trees that produce fruit for food. "(Gen 1:29).
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Hieronymus Bosch in unusual company for being alone
What went covenants? What
ointments or what used to make potions to attend such ceremonies?
And what was his role among many offices and spewed delicate samplers?
still not the intrusion, espionage away with the imager. Because
may still be bliss, domesticated
an angel contemplate unreachable distances,
blue bubble suspended in the center of a sphere floating souls
but sin is stormy and snatches away in swirling who slashing. Blow
skin and change the speed of the fire that devours the best intentions and do not ever get
with beautiful disguise tail ornaments and the hoof.
color is like a howling among the flowers.
And those are the inks used Hieronymus? What sins
mixed to achieve the darkness of the nightmare? Falling drop
certainly broke the glass slid into the box
and found a good place in haunted entertainment in the landscape.
At first glance it would seem a workshop in which each one is absorbed in his game,
or summer fair where they compete illusionism and acrobatics,
or perhaps a book of hours in which the images randomly mixed.
But there is something that screams like a pig who slit the throats in the morning, something
smelling the edge of the knife, the stench of the devil.
And here now comes trotting over the mud with his hands and feet.
Comes with ice and fire and all the sun against. You
urine in the head and your desire turns into a frog, in lizard, a dog.
I have extracted from shocking wedding freaks and aberrations of the species,
of links between a pair of beasts and a tool to pass. Mergers
orthopedics, links that are tied for the clash and torture,
critters that jump to the pressure of filling defect, scarecrows
obscene, prelates crapulous, fireproof strengths and vampires,
breaks executioners, concealing and feast greatcoat Asylum ears
disturbing as sphinxes, purple and jaws, delusions such as funnels, floods
always unharmed bodies for iridescent pleasures of the soldiery. Another blow
flame, another scourge of thunder,
another layer of blood on the rugged theme "delighting punish"
and follow the orchestra. Ah the counterfeit
temptation and heavy instrumental clerk of the devil!
have all "the dismal range of hell" in front,
and as the back of the blame and be the inexhaustible form of punishment. What
Hieronymus doing there in the midst of such hotbeds, with the cleat
color of fever and those people turning on your head?
Is the guest of honor or party host suspicious? It may be a reprobate
and pay with any abuse of the self reproach investing
luck,
turn transformed into the hollow trophy one sense, the attribute
deletion in the sponge that absorbs excess of others.
But perhaps his alliance is with the heights, against all hope.
No. 19, the night drifting (1984)
What went covenants? What
ointments or what used to make potions to attend such ceremonies?
And what was his role among many offices and spewed delicate samplers?
still not the intrusion, espionage away with the imager. Because
may still be bliss, domesticated
an angel contemplate unreachable distances,
blue bubble suspended in the center of a sphere floating souls
but sin is stormy and snatches away in swirling who slashing. Blow
skin and change the speed of the fire that devours the best intentions and do not ever get
with beautiful disguise tail ornaments and the hoof.
color is like a howling among the flowers.
And those are the inks used Hieronymus? What sins
mixed to achieve the darkness of the nightmare? Falling drop
certainly broke the glass slid into the box
and found a good place in haunted entertainment in the landscape.
At first glance it would seem a workshop in which each one is absorbed in his game,
or summer fair where they compete illusionism and acrobatics,
or perhaps a book of hours in which the images randomly mixed.
But there is something that screams like a pig who slit the throats in the morning, something
smelling the edge of the knife, the stench of the devil.
And here now comes trotting over the mud with his hands and feet.
Comes with ice and fire and all the sun against. You
urine in the head and your desire turns into a frog, in lizard, a dog.
I have extracted from shocking wedding freaks and aberrations of the species,
of links between a pair of beasts and a tool to pass. Mergers
orthopedics, links that are tied for the clash and torture,
critters that jump to the pressure of filling defect, scarecrows
obscene, prelates crapulous, fireproof strengths and vampires,
breaks executioners, concealing and feast greatcoat Asylum ears
disturbing as sphinxes, purple and jaws, delusions such as funnels, floods
always unharmed bodies for iridescent pleasures of the soldiery. Another blow
flame, another scourge of thunder,
another layer of blood on the rugged theme "delighting punish"
and follow the orchestra. Ah the counterfeit
temptation and heavy instrumental clerk of the devil!
have all "the dismal range of hell" in front,
and as the back of the blame and be the inexhaustible form of punishment. What
Hieronymus doing there in the midst of such hotbeds, with the cleat
color of fever and those people turning on your head?
Is the guest of honor or party host suspicious? It may be a reprobate
and pay with any abuse of the self reproach investing
luck,
turn transformed into the hollow trophy one sense, the attribute
deletion in the sponge that absorbs excess of others.
But perhaps his alliance is with the heights, against all hope.
may not pray with love and with faith, but with the vision of the sentence.
No. 19, the night drifting (1984)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Speech Business Anniversary
Creamy Red Wine Vinaigrette Dressing
leading towards the sea .. which is death .....
H emos seen images that make us feel pity, impotence , sadness ... maybe even disgust.
I do not know how you feel when seeing the images below, but I feel helpless and sad, to see how our world is deteriorating and falling apart by our own actions.
is the Citarum river , located west of the island of Java in Indonesia .
Ironically this river in its heyday, was used for fishing and irrigation, but due to factories that are in place, the river became a huge dump . The villagers stopped fishing. What we now do is "dig" in the trash, something that could be used to sell or deal with food.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Dryer Electrical Service
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