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PERCHE' ME And MY CAT DO NOT HAVE PIU' JOB And ARE DYING OF HUNGER ME AND MY RED CAT. (comfort and vettovaglie to
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Sunday, 26 June 2005
 
EHI FRIENDS,
THIS GUY IS THREATENING SUICIDE
LET'S TRY TO HELP HIM
TO KEEP BACK HIS LIFE...
HE'S ONLY 26 YRS OLD
HE DOESN'T HAVE TO DIE
Before Leaving
postato da biancaneve | 14:19 | comments
Monday, 20 June 2005
 
TO BE A DWARF TODAY. She was nailing microscopical small small nails with an enamel of gold.
She was bellissima wonderful.She had microscopical little feet of porcellina and little eyes of sky, thin hairs of angel like filini of gold
and a little voice that blew as a petal of peony on the intelligent kind sea.
She was and erudita.
She Had all the fingers also someone more even if was piccoline like fingers of doll.
She lived single in a condominio of silly people altezzose.
They did not greeted it to times,
keepin' high the look and she passed under them without making any noise.
Buongiorno Architect. She was Barbara architect Eleonora Cristina De Roccavallistellone,
but every time that introduced
people sbadigliava in order to suffocate the laugh.
Already , too much pompous. Then she had decided to call herself Ba nana.
Hello Banana said the ragpicker to her,
tutti they dealt it like a beggar because she was high average 85cm.
She took a bath in the bidet and the bidet in the cup of the water of the cats.
Non had mobilie but all resting for earth. Mirror on the steel sink inox.
she combed herself with the spazzoline for teeth.
Even if one put the shoes with the heels, were turkeys and it became high the 86 cm.
her four cats was more large than she and often ate them in cup.
the Ba small dwarf lived her life of dwarf without too many problems.
Had money, job, the pulci, was in shape, de shape, a nanassa, and anoressica a litle.
and then where is the juice? Sa.
the juice she had not bought it from those milkseller glue chioma crespa curlyhaired,
the short legs and the cerulei eyes and was in love of he from the first moment...
... buongiorno maximum milkseller buongiorno Ba nanina...
... Let's fuck?? Churches it...
Alzò the black velvet skirt and discovered her small shaved triangle bearing away the pants
and then showed her furrows the cut carnoso erotic but so small that divides the females on the half
..He watched it for earth with immense diniego and put down the juice in the shelf very tall
and she exited without juice was based on the brodo of the shop
and began to cry slowly and then and then she climbed and she entered in a cassonetto of the garbage
and remained lì to wait for the evening the night the end of the world
the thousand minuteren remained lì, immobile
with crystal small hands and chioma de silk carefullied lay down she like one died on pattume
she waits perhaps the maximum love
millenia and morse died bited
until she was decomposed and become wool of pecor ella
here the juice
poor she
postato da biancaneve | 03:21 | comments
Monday, 13 June 2005
 


I buy the condom and them use in order makes seghe alle
hairdressing salon then me me of it goes to house
back all on the table and leaves that it comes down for earth. Amo
to see along thread that then light allonge and touches
il tappetto... mmm But makes me to come the urticaria but,
I have fear of the diseases...
"that is you have fear of contaggiare same you? how the snakes
che bite the language? "...
But I am already a mother...
the old one and cotonata aunt Rrose he read these words and the
labbra rinsecchite them shook
I does not have that problem
in truth is centennial
of assay only a pair
Wanted also you it cream to the pistachio nut!?
I am beginning myself to touch to me
free free... touches
tasks to you one what and you fottono, true?
and if my hand remains pregnant? . "I have spold 4 euro for
registrare an audio comment, of it I have expenses 50 in two days"...
- I spend little in troie! ...
- "and that you thrombi? the ottantenni in cemetary? haha "...
I am a splendid aunt Dadaist... I am beautifulst to be
cosi gross in an intellectual place cosi...
postato da biancaneve | 02:38 | comments
 
L'CORBEILLE D'ESCARGOTS. Un enfant piccolino ino avait un estino y comble d'escargots vivants - vingt, qui l'avait capturé même dans le bosquet - etto. Il avait plu beaucoup et les escargots erano toutes heureusement humides -humide-de cocodé tu répètes avec moi - qu'ils aiment le humide et alors il, le petit bâtard je brûle, voulait les porter à sa maman pour les cuire vit dans humide et ensuite les sucer comme ils étaient escargot au got à des message for iù. Pas du tout noccioline neh. Il s'était pris des raffffreddore heures de cette humide et de temps en temps risuonava un sonore heehhhhetchiììuuuù......... Tout fier arrive à casa avec le macabro corbeille (répètes 3 fois) Tout fier arrive à casa avec le macabro corbeille. Tout fier arrive à casa avec le macabro corbeille. Et le porge à la mère poilue qui avait des lunettes de tortue : "Maman regarde qu'est-ce que - hetchiììu - j'ai trouvé!" elle dit petit à sa maman amma quattrocchia la maman séchée regarde ce mouvementé corbeille et inorridita, hurle : "Mais qu'il est un testé abats-je ello ? Mais qui il est toi ? Hitler?" Et ressort un sganasso axe teste de casso de son enfant infreddolito, il le prend pour l'orecchie jusqu'à les lui faire devenir viole ola ola oop et il le traîne dans la cuccia uccia du chien mort depuis longtemps "Pour stanotte dors là, et rien dîner ! Il suce l'os, le chien ane!" Et on en tourne à casa avec pas svelto plat. La petit nazista commence à pigolarehetchiììu ensuite pleure ensuite des cris. Ensuite il repasse et am-mammma- vise. Quelques chiens commencent ululare pour eeehh hhetchiììuuuùmulazioneehhhhetchiììuuuù à uuuuuuu. Il est un choeur de bâtards est tard heehhhhetchiììuuuù... Ils passent quelques pigeons et ils nous chient sur teste à l'enfant ino. L'enfant croque l'os et rode quelques dents de latte. La mère fermée dans la cuisine ina lurida, se donne émaille aux ongles des pieds avec la prune sèche au vent canticchiando 'on ne peut pas mourir dans 'de Gianni Belle, ....QUEL POINT TUUUUUUUU...... pendant que l'eau bulles olè olalallàà en faisant bblblllllllllLLLLLLBLBLBLLLLLLLLL (choeur) et les escargots nagent dans les mortes en faisant scchhhhhhhh ssccchhhh (coretto) pleurent comme seul les escargots savent faire, dans humide et elle scisciscivola sur l'uuuuuuuumido vapeur en faisant des ahi aiutiutiutiutiut (3 fois) frappe teste TONKKKK (roulement de tambour) et sous le banc crcrcrepa
postato da biancaneve | 01:58 | comments
Saturday, 11 June 2005
 
I am embroidering with my hairs
a pillow of the whitest skin
disgusting
I will use small pearls of fleas
and diamonds of cochineal
I will inlay green worms as emeralds
my innocent eyes
sad and deadly hurted
but then, who cares
chissenefrega in bottom
you disgusting people circulate and live your lives
with the dandruff with the pants impregnated
with sudated singlets pus the gingivitis
the catarrh
the alitosis
you are a bullshit that alive,
breath and exterminate,
kills breaks off
I haul
you make children that break my balls
that shit in the pannoloni
that cry on the balconies
you have grandmothers who fry polpettonis
tibetan babysitter with curly noses and the scatarrate skin color cerumen
coughed next to me
evievito flank
giudafauss
evicucco evieviro leavens
I hatred the humanity
emelacucco
humus of shitty worms
delivery and menevado
no I will not cry again for you,
bastards
postato da biancaneve | 17:14 | comments
Friday, 10 June 2005
 
postato da biancaneve | 00:17 | comments
Wednesday, 08 June 2005
 
THE BEAUTIFUL HAIR OF MARCELLA. September: Sun that is born, sun that dies.
One of these mornings In my pure sky Marcella Bella
was walking and singing while shaving the armpits
foreign Song. Mountains Greens. While the small hair of pubis
was In the air hidden between the Coriandoli
and if of it it made baffo:
I I am of nobody, she thought. When the sky all at once...
Marcella discovers to the secret hair on olive her cunt... Still you.....
Oh, oh, oh she kisses.....oh sky to me and you who sex... exclaims the singer.
..now that I've lost seven months to shave the legs more
e the inguine a year in... the year of the return,
the future... and hour discovered the tenacious one orrible bold hair on her pubis!
L' last poetry.... Curl hidden a Zumbon Black person...
All' shadow of those boogie.. I commit suicide thinks the diva
while with the tribola clamp to extirpate the hair... Ahi Ahi...
.Sensations and sentiments..TENACIOUS!!!!
I' ve got the music in me
THE BEAUTIFUL HAIR OF MARCELLA. September: Sun that is born, sun that dies.
One of these mornings In my pure sky Marcella Bella
was walking and singing while shaving the armpits
foreign Song. Mountains Greens. While the small hair of pubis
was In the air hidden between the Coriandoli
and if of it it made baffo:
I I am of nobody, she thought. When the sky all at once...
Marcella discovers to the secret hair on olive her cunt... Still you.....
Oh, oh, oh she kisses.....oh sky to me and you who sex... exclaims the singer.
..now that I've lost seven months to shave the legs more
e the inguine a year in... the year of the return,
the future... and hour discovered the tenacious one orrible bold hair on her pubis!
L' last poetry.... Curl hidden a Zumbon Black person...
All' shadow of those boogie.. I commit suicide thinks the diva
while with the tribola clamp to extirpate the hair... Ahi Ahi...
.Sensations and sentiments..TENACIOUS!!!!
I' ve got the music in me


DAS SCHÖNE HAAR VON MARCELLA. September: Sonnen Sie das wird getragen, Sonne, daß dies.
One dieser Morgen in meinem reinen Himmel Marcella Bella
gehend und beim Rasieren des fremden Song des Armpits
singend war. GebirgscGrüns. Während das kleine Haar von pubis
in der Luft war, die zwischen dem Coriandoli
versteckt wurde und wenn von ihm es baffo:
ich ich bildete, von niemandem ist, dachte sie. Wenn der Himmel in einem Zug...
Marcella entdeckt zum geheimen Haar auf Olive ihren Cunt..., Zu noch Sie.....
OH-, OH-, OH- küßt sie.....oh-Himmel mich und Sie, das Geschlecht..., ruft das singer.
..now, dem ich sieben Monate verloren habe, um die Beine mehr zu rasieren
e das inguine ein Jahr... im Jahr der Rückkehr,
das zukünftige... aus und Stunde entdeckte das tenacious orrible fette Haar auf ihrem Pubis! letzte Poesie des
L '...., Kräuseln Sie sich versteckt einer schwarzen Person Zumbon...
All' Schatten jener boogie.. Ich lege Selbstmord denke das diva
fest, während mit der tribolaklemmplatte zum extirpate das Haar..., Ahi Ahi..., erhielt
.Sensations- und sentiments..TENACIOUS!!!!
I-' ve die Musik in mir


LES BEAUX CHEVEUX DE MARCELLA. Septembre: Exposez au soleil qu'est soutenu, le soleil que dies.
One de ces matins en mon ciel pur Marcella Bella
était marchant et chantant tout en rasant la chanson étrangère d' d'aisselles. Verts De Montagnes. Tandis que les petits cheveux du pubis
étaient dans le ciel caché entre le Coriandoli
et si de lui il faisait baffo:
je je suis de personne, elle a pensé. Quand le ciel d'un seul trait...
Marcella découvre aux cheveux secrets sur l'olive sa chatte... Vous à toujours.....
l'cOh, OH, OH elle embrasse... le ciel de..oh moi et vous qui le sexe... hurle le singer.
..now que j'ai perdu sept mois pour raser les jambes davantage
e l'inguine par année par... année du retour,
le futur... et l'heure a découvert les un cheveux "bold"orrible tenacious sur son pubis! dernière poésie de
L '.... Courbez-vous caché une personne noire de Zumbon... ombre de
All 'de ces boogie.. Je commets le suicide pense le diva
tandis qu'avec la bride de tribola à l'extirpate les cheveux... Ahi Ahi... ve de
.Sensations et de sentiments..TENACIOUS!!!!
I le 'a obtenu la musique dans moi




postato da biancaneve | 01:40 | comments (1)
Sunday, 05 June 2005
 
what is Bull shit:

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets
even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry.
He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say,
here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.
--------------------------------------------------------------- Re: what is Bull shit
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Posted by JGF on December 04, 2002
In Reply to: Re: what is Bull shit posted by Shae on November 15, 2002
: : what does "Bullshit" and "as of now" means.
: Bullshit, n, 1. exaggerated or foolish talk, nonsense; 2. deceitful or pretensious talk.
: I don't know why the excrement of bulls was selected over
that of any other animal for this particular honour.
I've heard it was the excrement of choice for this expression because bulls,
being stronger than cows, were used as draft animals on many farms;
therefore the hapless farmer was frequently stepping in the substance.
Coming from a rural area I've heard horseshit and pigshit used almost as often.
About thirty years ago whaleshit was a popular phrase;
being on the bottom of the ocean, it was lower than any other kind.
postato da biancaneve | 17:18 | comments
 
Dominus Vobiscum

An ancient form of devout salutation, incorporated in the liturgy of the Church, where
it is employed as a prelude to certain formal prayers.
Its origin is evidently Scriptural, being clearly borrowed from Ruth,
ii, 4, and II Par., xv, 2. The same idea is also suggested
in the New Testament, e. g., in Matt., xxviii, 20:
"Ecce ego vobiscum sum", etc.
The ecclesiastical usage dates probably from Apostolic times.
Mention of it is made (ch. iii) by the Council of Braga (563).
It also appears in the sixth or seventh-century "Sacramentarium Gelasianum".
The phrase is pregnant with a deep religious significance; and therefore intensely expressive
of the highest and holiest wishes.
For is not the presence of the Lord --
the Source of every good and the Author of every best gift --
a certain pledge of Divine protection and a sure earnest of the possession
of all spiritual peace and consolation? In the mouth,
therefore, of the priest, who acts as the representative and delegate of the Church,
in whose name and with whose authority he prays, this deprecatory formula
in pre-eminently appropriate. Hence its frequent use in the public prayers of the Church's liturgy. During the Mass it occurs eight times, namely, before the priest ascends the altar, before the two Gospels,
the collects, the Offertory, the Preface, the Post-Communion oratio,
and the blessing. On four of these occasions the celebrant, whilst saying it, turns to the people,
extending and joining his hands; on the other four he remains facing the altar.
In the Divine office this formula is said before the principal oratio of each Hour by priests,
even in private recitation, because they are supposed to pray in union with,
and in behalf of, the Church. Deacons say it only in the absence of a priest
or with his permission if present (Van der Stappen,
De officio divino, 43), but subdeacons use instead the "Domine exaudi orationem meam".
Contrary to general usage, the "Dominus Vobiscum" does not precede the prayer of the Blessed Sacrament before
Benediction is given. Gardellini (Comment. in Inst. Clem., =1531, n. 5)
explains this anomaly on the ground that the blessing with the Sacred Host
in the monstrance effectively contains all that is implied in the formula. Bishops use
the "Pax Vobis" (q.v.) before the collects in Masses where the Gloria is said.
The response to the "Dominus Vobiscum" is "Et cum spiritu tuo"
(cf. II Tim., iv, 22; Gal., vi, 18; Phil., iv, 23). Formerly this answer was rendered back
with one voice by the entire congregation. Among the Greeks there is
a corresponding form "Pax omnibus" (Liturgy of St. Basil).
The Council of Braga, already mentioned, ordained
(Mansi, IX, 777) that priests, as well as bishops,
to whom alone the Priscillianist sought to restrict it, should adopt this formula.
postato da biancaneve | 02:51 | comments