We give things their ranks - much is the sperm but the child is ONE. Monday, March 27, 2006. Death, at last! The shadow of beingathome has overcome this project, which is now stabbed to death. I declare this blog out-of-sperm, thus uncapable of giving birth to any stars. We shall soccumb here and find elsewhere the justification to our pathetic existance. Monday, March 20, 2006.

Monday, January 29, 2007. Sunday, December 24, 2006. This is my friend clara holding a raindeer who bacame a unicorn when he lost his horn in a fight, ,The three of us wish you a very merry x-mas. Love from my lately very silent self. Thursday, November 23, 2006. Friday, November 10, 2006. Thursday, October 05, 2006. The other day I found la .

Monday, November 17, 2014. This is my first time posting on this b.

Living to realise the purpose of my small, short life - helping people in need. Shit, Im Home! One More Apple In the Basket. A Late Update from Amidst Ghosts. Wednesday, April 12, 2006. Phil is over now, and I can finally finish my travel summary. From Palenque we teletransported ourselves to Quintana Roo. The rain clouds followed us and we tried to escape.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009. There is a difference between things appearing deserted and. The sense of loss is one of the most imperishable of all the feelings that exist in the universe. To add to the despair it is accompanied by regrets that so much was left unsaid, so much undone and so much time was lost, precious, invaluable time. This guilt never goes away and maybe that is why the memory of death often outlives the joy of the life it purloined. But in prayer before you, .