Best Friend Forgiveness Poems

in a jazz song with a hint of pop,
fading, but only at your initiative.
uncompromisingly sharp turns and M-
again and I am of all per mole.
Again keep an eye on the bottom of the feet is

cold at the bottom of the glass, the bottom of the bottle,
are all tired, worse than sewage.
"You took pills today?"
"do you think on your head?
not, they're shit!"

The jazz song with a touch of punk
looking to mark your favorite drink.
CE rigorously alternating Gecko
Finish the last drop, just everything.
I turn on the bottom
it looked easy.
all alone at the bottom of the sky, where I was
not you? The Ministry of the
, my thinking
world?
not, there are deceitful.

The jazz song with a hint of techno, is disappearing
me inspiration to all.
Ecko Ecko turns uncompromising,
that it was my destiny? Hardly.
Now is the bottom of my ceiling
kick her own grave. Well
me so I'm an idiot,
was too stingy to the emotions, the body
my rope swings in the cold drafts

but that I do not care.

How To Make Polkadot Dress Pretty Woman

Haluza the castle:)

Weekend was a cruel too cruel ... In Saturday's races, third-Tallinn is a treasure:) it's him: . Evening I went home to celebrate it. Initially common spree in pub, but that has degenerated into a brilliant idea to go visit Kuněticka mountain, which hosted the Festival of Czech castles. We arrived after midnight and that means that we would not pay admission, so we ošéfovali it slightly differently:) In the area I came through backstage. Sekuriťák vykecával with someone so that my brother went through just to get in there drzovku and nobody even cared, "If he can, I can too!" I think, and I climb behind him, suddenly sekuriťák said: "Miss, belt you? "unflinchingly reveal the wrist where the bracelet still shines from Ostrava. Gorilka smiles and says:" Thanks! "Uaááá there comes an incredible euphoria of it all, Sunshine smažej, people Pareja, Semtex-necked vodka flows free from a back drop Airfare finishing the festival .... I do not know where to take that energy, but it was a great party:) After returning to the homeland a couple of nostalgic songs from the album Freaks no.1 Belo ČAGO potácím and to die.

Washing Machine Transmission Squeaks

Colours of Ostrava 2008-šrumce, massacres, rozsekávky unprecedented!


Ostrava, Ostrava! Genius largest caliber I sliced \u200b\u200bright on Thursday. Teatro Novogo Queue and its Doppelgänger project - Hermetisches Theaterkabinett II, was an incredible spectacle, a feast for the eyes and brain and soul. It is a pity that when it came to words, how do I rozumněla parsley goat, something I picked up slightly, but that I was absolutely convinced about what I do understand it can not really say. However, the actors spoke body, and it is sometimes more than the Commons on Friday ... rozsekávka as Tanya Tagag. Inuitky that is not afraid of it. Throat singing accompanied beatboxer, cello and bongama was really strong experience, I just stood there with open papules and shaking his head in disbelief and I was not alone. I think the audience would want from a trance as I am always on time ... and applause, it was a solid rumble ... Saturday start date by festival live on Baumaxa Xavier, but I gently mixed drink převoltila (read-irrational ratio of vodka and energ.nápoje) and Dan Barta and Illustratosphere I was the perfect wave, but then I fell down the stone and I went for a little while die in a tent ... Haha, Alas, I nezamhouřila eye. For this I have great poplavila the storm, which came from the vermilion. Wounds from both cannons, lightning crossed the sky ... ... the beauty of the change in pressure is collapsing my friend, that's worse ... Sinead hear from a distance but it just bores me, so I'm not sorry that I come active ... now fully fit and eager for Goldfrapp. One poorly rolled straw can spoil the mood ... yeah ... really a straw-rolled cigars in her back improves, I'm serious:) Well then it was šrumec nevídanej ... in seven people (or how many there actually was) able to British conjure these hutnej sound so that it slowly as the orchestral sound and the projection of color behind them, massacre! Sunday, the last day of the festival, money docházej, wet things are starting to rot, dirt on the foot can be considered and lungs ... it hurts to Beit and so it was, too. Slam Poetry on the COO, I'm cut at the very beginning of the day. Could I do not sleep ... I really liked it, and I decided that I slamerem. With the life held by the entire day and seek for a rhyme for rhyme ... Accidentally I went to Mako! Mako. Excellent little man. I recommend. Started pee again and the sky hail size candy BonPari. In this so stay and waiting to 100 degrees. Disappointed or not significantly happier ... And then, then played the old boudoir ladies, haha! My heart matter most. They feel happy when you leave the show. Nezbytnej peaks and Tosh Meets Marley, a good combination. Wow. Again the rozpršlo, as if that were not enough good ... well, I heard Les BOukakes and then together we went with a new friend at the final party Kolorsů whole. GOGOLA Bordello's already cooked when we arrived. Well, well ... The people you look tančej and laugh and I laugh too and then I'm fine. I enjoy observing the crowd, how one man uses. The train ride was quite disgusting, rather de-assembling, or I'll be mad again. This was my dream vacation!