Tuesday, September 6, 2016

............The hawks

“If I were the person who feels the value of life, as if, the wholeness is within reasonably reachable. “Dieu merci sait qui le veuille.” God only know. Dulcine’e,you are duty to conduct with honour. Le tempsperdu ne seretrouve, lost time will never found again. The seed of arboreal negligence would become windfall profit due to taxation. A’ cohesion of cour joie. “A bon vin point d’ enseigne.” Good wine need no bush. of unthinkable thought along with the logical conclusion.
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Genghis Khan sent envoys to Persia. But the Sultan behead people he sent Genghis Khan ordered a mobilization to invade Persia.Every city that resisted being robbed and destroyed after seizing.  

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Monotype Corsiva


To love a specific place…history I've enjoyed living by myself for this past year, but I feel like I've become somewhat isolated from my friends. I think I can blame some of this on the fact that I had a girlfriend for most of the last year who wanted me to spend our free time together or out with her friends. But to pin this all on her would be unfair, as I was the one who constantly obliged her instead of saying, "No, I think I'll find out what my friends are doing this weekend." And even since I've been single again, I feel like I've spent most of my time alone in my studio. This is not to say I haven't enjoyed my time by myself (I could go for days reading comics, watching Netflix, and tinkering with bits of code!), but I don't know how healthy this is for my interpersonal development and psychological health. When I'm by myself, it's so easy for me to ignore the rest of the world and live inside my own bubble. There's no one to come into my room and snap me out of it by asking me if I want to try out a new restaurant or go to a show. Or, conversely, there's no one to annoy me so much that I have to just get out of the little apartment apaet from the villagers and be around other working people. dawn on time I've been living inside my little hermitage, and inside my own head, for this past year, and there's been hardly anyone to challenge me or motivate me. I'm hoping that living with people again, albeit even with strangers, will help me to re-enter society, as if I watched it in a movie instead of having experienced it directly.nor did he claimede for himself the dung from the field, which he might easily have done, stipulating only that kali and I should gather our share on different days to avoid argument.This way we got equally quanties and there was no bad blood between us. One morning, so early that the day still jeweled the grass, I went out on my errand. It was as well to go out early, otherwise you could never tell how much had already been taken by urchins for dung was easily to sell and commanded good price. Several times before, I had seen boys on the land and had chased them out in no vain in getting hold of that loot. That morning there were a lot of pickings; I soon filled a small basket which I had with me. As I bent down for last handful, then I became aware that someone was watching me. It was Charlie, thinner thyan I had last seen him, but how could I ever forget him? Leaving my basket, I ran to him, dirty hands and all, with a glad welcoming heart.
“My lord, my benefasctor,” I cried”many time I have longed to see you. Now atlast you come,” and I bent down to kiss his feet, shod as they were in leather shoes. He withdraw them quickly and told me to get up. “I am not a benefactor,” he said, “not a lord. What ailos you? “You are my benefactor” I said stoutly””Have I not five son to prove it?” “Come with me”I said recovered myself. And as I picked up my basket he peered into it and said”I see you collect dung and take it with you, is it not for the land?” “In deed no, dung is too useful, specially in our home to be given to the land, for it is fuel to us and for protection against damp and heat and even ants and mice. Did you not know” “Well”he answered shortly. “I have seen your women forever making dung cake and burning them and smering their huts. Yet I thought you would know better,who live by the land yet thinking of taking from it without giving””What substitute then?”I said quietly, decided that she would start walking very briskly, for she read in Charlie’s face the desire for an earnest little talk. He did not seem to see how scpwling and shabby she had become in the last few weeks, but smiled on her as he had done in the old days, with the good-humour born of absolute confidence. He took her elbow. “To stopping you stalking off ahead of me, he explained cheerfully.’ How have you been Guyma?” ‘Guess, ‘Eh?’ ‘How do you think I’ve been? Nothing’s change here.’ ‘Except for this preaching character’ ‘Constatine falcon.’ ‘Yes I know his name – there’s no need to snap at me!’
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to, but there is no point, since he could not tell why.’ ‘You can guess why I’m here. Guyma. You can feel a different too, don’t you?’ ‘Well? What have you got to say to me?’ ‘We’re not children anymore, you and I. ‘No.’
‘Now that mother’s dead, you’ve no excuse. Yes, yes, that’s quiet understandable,’ said Guyma impatiently. ‘Don’t be like that, You can imagine how I miss you.’ Procrastination doesn't solve problems. Windfall Profit taxation at Pattani, Siam, laid down in coma from the poison of the king. Samurai leader Yamada Fuguyama and moans with bleeding heart in i630 and the only leading of the Yamadas had been no one but MarieThonya de Guima who was at service in the royal pantry’s palace had created a lot of disert for That’s tradition by using the Portugeese recepeies. Or at least prevent me from talking to myself so much.


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The other children clustered up and he felt that importance to the point that made him doing so well in buffering that news”I’m going back to be seen a lot of phenomenon.” He’s a thrill seeker type I would guess so, Jack Adams looked up for the grain he was measuring into wisdom of extream, it is the bottom line while he torned between the new tannery they are building and the rumours he heard.from the talk of town. He put the grain away carefully in the verge of talking around. “Never, never,” I cried. “They may live in our midst, but I can never accept them, for they lay their hands upon us and we are turn from tilling to barter, and hoard our silver dollars since we can not spend it, their children gorge but ours starving.” “Don’t suppose that I want to depreciate the value of the article. A novel’s a splendid thing after a hard day’s work, a sharp practical tussle with the real world, a healthy race on the barren moorland of life, a hearty wrestling-match in the Bride of Constatne Falcon, and the sweet romance lulls your tired soul to rest, like the cradle-song that soothes a child. No wise man or woman was ever the worse for reading novels. Novels are only dangerous for those foolish girls who read nothing else, and think their lives are to be paraphrases of their favourite blogs. That girl yonder wouldn’t look at a decent young fellow in a Government office, with three hundred a year and a chance of advancement,” said Mr. Smith, pointing to Isabel with a backward jerk of his thumb. “She’s waiting for a melancholy creature with murder on his mind.” . She loves playing with the children and teaching them her romanticized version of history:

Monday, October 28, 2013

.................................kitten

“If I were the person who feels the value of life, as if, the wholeness is within reasonably reachable. “Dieu merci sait qui le veuille.” God only know. Dulcine’e,you are duty to conduct with honour. Le tempsperdu ne seretrouve, lost time will never found again. The seed of arboreal negligence would become windfall profit due to taxation. A’ cohesion of cour joie. “A bon vin point d’ enseigne.” Good wine need no bush. of unthinkable thought along with the logical conclusion.
Among the perpetual congnitive behavior, still there are some lotuses, these stamen were analysed one by one with conscientious observation. Consisting of the ovary, stigma and style, like any young tree in the strom can’t stand up against the wind. Had it happened now, that, the pollination occurred in the rainy day while the blubs presenting digniy and pride.First the mother superior dreamt about the galaxy, An enculturation of planet enrooted the Uranus’ axis, it was Jupitor himself had made this entrance.

Friday, October 25, 2013

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“Come,we’ll see if it true.”. All the families were out upon the news spread rapidly as the chemical reaction filled up to the brims of their conciousnesses. Kali and her husbasnd, Khunti and her boys, janaki, surrounded by her normurous family, even old granny, had come out to see in thrilled excited voices. We formed the circle around the new comer, first, some fifty men who were unloaded bricks from the bullock carts, they spoke in our language with the accent, “Town people” Kali whispered. “They traveled more than a hundred miles to get here.” She was exaggerated her belived whatever was told by the news interpretor,