Suburban Estates In Holopaw Florida

bloating

lam [la-ti-ta-king] v.intr. (Aus. have; làtito etc.). [Subj-v]
remain hidden, missing, insufficient, absent.

Fennel is useful for moderating fermentation and help eliminate excess gas.
was thinking just that, while in the building in front of two clumsy workmen hammered tire disintegrated more oil elbow + + kitchen / lounge / checazzonesononsivede producing joyful noise that you really like to hear on Friday morning - by the way, the bridge along with the party of the 150th.

seems to me that "pin" is a victim of the syndrome of mental flatulence. STEP 1


normal daily activity from brain. STEP 2


flatulence takes over: a burst with a bang, long, silent, brooding type with tilt Garisenda, prolungatissima and loud, shy. Playful. Brain in
bomb. STEP 3


Skip the perfume and the brain stops ELEMENTS / grind / process.

I see you completely enveloped in dense syncopated rhythm of your daily boost. And sometimes one wants to go "pernizzarsi" ([...] expected to look if someone wrote something [...]).

There is a principle of happiness, between my eyebrow and the corner of my right lobe, when I look up and feel my warm upstairs sopravicini home that move "random things" producing that fabulous borne sound like the cry of a child between the thin walls of the room.
There is a distinct structural failure when the night I wake up suddenly because "under the old" spewing from the mouth pain and suffering so strong as to overcome the barrier that keeps me hanging on the dream a reality. There is sometimes
so cold but the sun draws out small shadows. I finished the

fasciocomunista of that cool of Plumley, started Beirut, I love you Zena El Khalil, boxed my whole library, envelopes, cardboard, cut the edges of the handles with the tips of scissors. Recovered boxes of snacks in order to keep socks and underwear, which contribute little thing to mess your desk, where are the microcosm of the occult supersovrano (no ducks in sight).

quick look through the window, there is a cloud that looks like a plume from the chimney of a steam train, one of those drawings as a child that blended with the finger on the sheet. There is a stone with which they pipes called "sea foam" usually smoke with white gloves, because the contact is dirty and yellow. I wonder if it also happens with some people, if you have to handle only with gloves and touch, touch them with your fingers because then leave a mark. I am an old short
gutter that channels everything that comes down from above, leaving spring from below.

There is an expression dear to some of my coinquivita, old friends of whom I hold bonds as light as blades of grass nestled between the hands, an expression to underline the difficulties in post-hangover from alcohol-life; gaze is fixed by sincere and his friend drunk, close to vomiting, and they say no too high volume to indisporlo: "You have obstacles in your heart, eh?"

Perno, please, throw up.


[...] Soudain the prend le fou rire / on efface tout et / les chiffres et les mots / les dates et les noms / les phrases et les pièges / et malgre les menaces du maître / huées des sous les prodiges enfants / avec des de toutes les couleurs craies / sur le tableau noir du malheur / Dessine on the visage du bonheur /