simultaneous orgasm ...
is we who love the twincest perverted, or are you being blind? Some photos speak for themselves ...
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Rate Of Respiration Of Mammals At 10
Bill Kaulitz Vanity Fair interview last almost sincere ...
Here instead a response-style Oscar Wilde (and if you went to school there were maybe Bill would know who is Oscar Wilde):
APPLICATION "The music was used to escape the sadness of the province?"
ANSWER: " Yes I always thought I get away from this nest of misery. "
On 23/04/2008 the Vanity Fair interview appeared rather interesting fact to Bill. What emerged was a Bill egocentric, sensitive and sincere. One sad note: this constant belittling the importance of school. My dear Bill, that the old school is an institution where false morality and notions sterile unfortunately take precedence over more important things, it is true, is a reality. But from here to say that the school culture and to no avail there passes. For heaven's sake! Indeed, there were more than educated people!
Here instead a response-style Oscar Wilde (and if you went to school there were maybe Bill would know who is Oscar Wilde):
APPLICATION "The music was used to escape the sadness of the province?"
ANSWER: " Yes I always thought I get away from this nest of misery. "
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Jonathan Toews Black Diamond Ruby Value
Photos ....
Bill In this photo, looking at Tom thinks," Hmmm ... Who wants to let me ...!"
Bill In this photo, looking at Tom thinks," Hmmm ... Who wants to let me ...!"
Tom is saying to Bill: "You have a vague idea of \u200b\u200bwhat you will do as soon as we alone?" Slurp "
Monday, April 21, 2008
Hawaii Timeshare Promotion
BILL KAULITZ IN: "MY LOVE NO" Part I
Maybe I should not think about her so much ... it's time to take back my life, to start thinking about myself, my happiness, my balance.
I feel drained, I let that fine line that broke was my health, my stability.
seemed to be coming into me so sweetly, with love, but really ... it was just selfishness and arrogance.
Did I leave that I am, and I assume full responsibility ... but I never imagined such sweetness hiding in fact a devious mind, a nature selfish.
And now I find myself alone in the fight against this void, as against pain of being cleverly deceived.
But how could this happen? How could I have let down their guard up to this point?
So what was this confidence that I thought I had achieved? The thin veil of balance
concealed in reality still quite fragile and insecure?
Or is she who has found the only weak spot in an armor costruitami with much hard work and determination?
Whatever the explanation does not change the result.
Now I find myself weak, my body is abandoned to despair, refused food, stirs in his sleep ... my eyes are swollen with tears, my heart with sadness ...
I scream, let me go,
break something ... But no gesture, as neutral, would give me peace, give me back my joy.
And 'maybe this is love? Yes?
... Well, then I'd rather do without.
Maybe I should not think about her so much ... it's time to take back my life, to start thinking about myself, my happiness, my balance.
I feel drained, I let that fine line that broke was my health, my stability.
seemed to be coming into me so sweetly, with love, but really ... it was just selfishness and arrogance.
Did I leave that I am, and I assume full responsibility ... but I never imagined such sweetness hiding in fact a devious mind, a nature selfish.
And now I find myself alone in the fight against this void, as against pain of being cleverly deceived.
But how could this happen? How could I have let down their guard up to this point?
So what was this confidence that I thought I had achieved? The thin veil of balance
concealed in reality still quite fragile and insecure?
Or is she who has found the only weak spot in an armor costruitami with much hard work and determination?
Whatever the explanation does not change the result.
Now I find myself weak, my body is abandoned to despair, refused food, stirs in his sleep ... my eyes are swollen with tears, my heart with sadness ...
I scream, let me go,
break something ... But no gesture, as neutral, would give me peace, give me back my joy.
And 'maybe this is love? Yes?
... Well, then I'd rather do without.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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