Friday, March 19, 2010

Aarp Medigap Qualifications

elements of the road: the contingency of the game



Elements of the road: the contingencies of the game

What do you do in your pajamas? Dress, rocíate with the whole colony in the world and take to the streets. You're the star of a video game in Barcelona. The background space is the unexpected that can happen while walking and the air, cold climate and snow Madrid, grieve your skin. Yes, I do not give much encouragement, but one of the prerequisites of good passer is to resist any harshness, and I can swear that the vagaries of weather are trifles with which they should learn to live simply.

Here is a practical example. On Tuesday afternoon I teach at a cultural center. Dista forty minutes of my house and, in principle, is a bland journey. However, in the last two weeks has given surprises. I am a watch freak, I take the phone every few minutes to check the time, and on top of my pristine presume wrist. I like to score chronologically sections of my route. The first results in the Hospital de Sant Pau Avinguda Gaudí. The number 222, Sant Antoni Maria Claret is charming, then comes down and weary vision of the eternal work, the Sagrada Familia, which on Tuesday after the snow looked at its center a Catalan flag, waving undisputed, not yet found out the reason, nor did the week prior to passing the Bar Joan and sniff the hangover of the crime in half-closed gate of the local landmark. Researchers drew the footprints, a fledgling journalist and book bundles of Provence with Diagonal works were hiding the room, as if that Monday night the elements had conspired to find a perfect place, loved by the scythe. The scene was narrated and lived weekly by the context, and without a precedent, he tricked the repetition with deadly consequences for a couple of innocents.

us not stray. Let's go back. In the pseudo walkway dedicated to the Catalan architect meets all the human fauna. Giving the ball boys, couples kissing, ladies guiris photographing and release the fresh gossip. It is fascinating to notice discomfort feeling reinforced shoe. Look up and lower your head occasionally. The floor hurts and happy, serves for stepping on a scrap iron to analyze fallen by chance, ranging from poker card bills or beer to anyone for fear of God takes rust. Boredom is impossible. Take off your helmet! We choose a right path to dispense with the monotony and make the healthy exercise useful entertainment. The passage of time between Holy Family and the monument is infumable Jacint Verdaguer. Crossing the sand parks seem best for your lungs. Do not be fooled. It's nice to encounter a horde of guys with American hat? I un negre amb bé pots Ross! in Rosselló no trick, since the join Passeig Sant Joan is a stretch of road that cuts the embrace of the Diagonal, yes, where the gas station with an electronic scoreboard and the sound of vehicles a few meters from the mouth, despite the redundancy, metro. Know it will not save the existence of any mortal, only prevent muscle fatigue and delayed pupillary horror work, as the urban gear to get from one point to another are very useful to relieve the stress before entering your damn job.

Moving to another neighborhood to retrieve your individuality because the view empathize with beings of our species, and even animals. Zoofilia do not defend, just know that a dog accompanied hominids is a good excuse to stop, take a slight break and apply your most lucid tricks of seduction, which you can exploit to increase your neck turning the fledgling torticollis caused by the computer. It looks as full of wander merit a doctoral thesis. Better public transportation? That is another kind of ride that we erect dependent particulate stations. Eye contact will be diminished by opening the doors and blow the triple pip. Remember that moment and explain it to your friends. 'd Be happier having starred in the story on the street corners where only break the spell of erotic cross between two strangers who, if they wish, enter into conversation and perhaps ending up orgasms and white sheets, as the song says. I get to my classes. Now everyone looks at me. Pedagogical ignore my smile is the result of having entertained the whole dancing with cobblestones.

Bcn Week-text i Jordi Corominas Julian.


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Birthday Catchy Phrase

The nightmare hall "To go to another neighborhood, new section UMAMI



The corridor between Tuset nightmare and i Aribau by Jordi Corominas Julian



Everything has its Dante Virgilio, Isabel and Fernando. The ride today, like any self-respecting history, born of causes and expires in consequences, nice people. Closed in January 2005 its doors to the legendary Sal de Gracia, strange club where no link could lose playing time glances. We talked, laughed and sometimes slept together. I confess, I had to find life after three o'clock. Closed bars and wandering like a lost soul. Such was the despair of my group that we go for half a year to Martins to deceive the goalkeeper and play bingo with bears and transvestites. What happened and get into Casa Fuster was impossible. Neither modern nor modernist. We found underground bars, temporary gates close, preventing always looking out Tuesday night work, family convicted as a strict timetable we saved in tight garages, too expensive for our poor pocket. Recently
find that the cold due to the square and any self-respecting Pakistani. His defection forced us to make a mental effort. José Luis, that being, the solution found by the gift of experience and determination which makes it the best writer agraphic of Spain, na na na. Guys, I know three bars in the Eixample, open until six. Empty streets with hidden cameras monitoring outbreaks. We leave the sex shop in Corsica. The obelisk of five golds is a phallic symbol monarchy. The Diagonal is usually boring because the straight line is an imposition, so should take it as a simple reference for orientation and getting lost in adjacent arteries. Loneliness water wet cleaning municipal service is a joke in bad taste. You spend hours in a bar and not know if the fluid element is rain or cleaning. Whatever. Discussed in Seneca on the exact location of the library Europe, fascist, illiterate pit fans electric razor. Bars business, riddled with graffiti that contributed to highlight the unreality of time, settled the question. José Luis insisted and brandishing found in the right place. Silent and proceed. Balmes rebates. Caballero, buy this American. 600 euros to 50%, almost as municipal fines. A distant noise warned clubs. The Master forced to ascend to Tuset, a former refuge for those who currently dominate the scene and proclaim that the seventies were the big push for the creation of Barcelona. If I sit on a golden sofa also say, in the meantime I'll settle for telling you how weary the slight slope and reach the target with great astonishment of the unknown.

is here. My idea of \u200b\u200bTuset Street is rather poor. José Luis I just wanted to take a joke and the bourgeois bar that bears his name. No way, babe. A long entrance hall beige and infinite, no man's land between gray serpentine box constructions, emphatic contrast of office and vice movement morning for the skyscraper and temporal eternity, and now understand its intricacies, with yellowish spots and background sound of David Lynch. The claustrophobia of the space of nothingness in the middle of everything is generated by small details like the brightness of the walls, clean and gold jets of the hygiene that hurts their sparkle. Furthermore, the shape of the enclosure is not stable, it is as if the architect had smoked a lot of thinking about irregularities capable of holding the universe in a heartbeat. Yes friends, what follows is true and I declare Alice in wonderland in hand. Absence of initial lineup. Headless mannequins display cases with wedding dresses with red passion. The music concerned. The central part is invaded by black and white photos of cars Paleolithic, beautiful prelude to a mammoth parking tucked in a corner. Access the tank car and wander between brands and cement numbered. What comes crashing ethyl our steps. We fired again into the passage, we sense an end, turn left, oteamos tacky shops and appears to us the Virgin of Proustian reminiscence. I always liked sports newspapers. When I was little devoured from cover to cover and always up to erotic ads. Sauna Yuma. Twenty years are watching. The paper took on a life of particles of a second. The most famous whorehouse in my childhood is nonsense tones Fellini red square and smell discordant twenties expressionist movie bermed into a blind spot that you can only escape by reversing, coitus interruptus Mercadona bound for landing on the Ode to the Motherland.


Illustration: Nil Bartolozzi

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

One Piece Thriller Bark

Bcn

Monday, March 1, 2010

Shin Splint With Rash

Week 09 of 2010 HAIKU

When the throat sounds,
sexy,
will to return.