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I wanted to show you this little
work I did recently for a forum on
puppet
amused me a lot, even if the project fails.

Here:

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I rattle ... For the first time

I'm a moaner. By the morning, I gasp. After this revival that cursed me out of my sweet slumber. I gasp after my daughter who does not get dressed fast enough. Or who does not make me enough kisses. I have cravings for murder when my neighbors make too much noise. I gasp after building this damn door that opens only once every two. I rant after the time when it is not good enough. J'houspille those who drive too fast, too close, too slow or simply because they just pass me. I do not like being double. I am furious against those who do not respect anything or anyone. Belching on the sidewalk, the boxer who dress in the air, that does not work that slide like a snail with long hair syndrome pre-pubescent voice that molt. Who can not smile or thank. I gasp after those that challenge, that stare, that tan, that grow, that does not move, that move too. Who claim and demand. I rant against those who smoke in my office. I grumble against those who speak with his mouth full. Cons who scream in their phones on trains. I rattle against the strikers, the careerists, the selfish, the extremists, racists and bad play-lists. I complain against my computer when he rows, my cons car when it stalled. When nothing works as I want. I dislike those who think they are the kings of oil. Who will tell it. Who grow privileges. Who fart higher than their ass to the point of having the shit behind the ears. The "me-tu-vu", the "do you hear me", and assholes. I gasp after the noisy, whistling. I moaned after the illiterate Facebook. I often grumble all the time. I chew, murders and six feet of a dirty look. I hate to approximations. When we do, we do, otherwise it does not. I do not like the innuendo. The stuff they say without saying but think hard. Very strong. I rattle after false pretenses, false smiles, false bottoms and the real idiots. I hate welfare and stressed. I am furious against the jealous, lice, cabbage and shoes What holes. I rattle against the complainers, those who are never happy. I groan, but I'm happy. I grumble against those who criticize but have offered nothing. After those cons are often, but never to know why. I gasp after the skeptics, policies, painkillers and allergy ... at work. According to those who do not listen, do not look, do not feel. I rant against those who speak too loudly and against those who speak too softly, and I do not understand not. I do not like the pretentious, the proud, the vain and those who are tired of love. I despise the timid, the scabby heads node, and those who never recover in question. Those who never give up making. The stubborn, the horned, the skinned, the wounded, those who live with their past. The tired, jaded, and overwhelmed, those who live with their fixed ideas. I rant against those who take without giving. Who better to give back. Taking without ever giving. I am furious against the impatient, intolerant, to boring, complainants and binding. The sleeping and sleeping. The wicked. I complain against those who never open their arms. I rattle against the blinders that some people are not to see what is happening outside. Apart from their small golden palace is illusory certainties. I complain against those who do not enjoy the little pleasures of life. Watching their pumps when they walk, their navel when he speaks, their wallets when they offer. I'm sure even in my dreams I gasp. Sometimes I rattle against myself. I groan and I fuck you.

Weather On March 17, 2010 In Moab

global justice in the family, I want the father.

Not that it's rare, but sometimes still ...

short it is a story that has happened
some time ago already, the last time I'm on vacation
in fact, you see how it goes
eh! Phew! At least ... Phew ... 1 month!

I'd rather have other holiday
is also ...

And remember: A roof for Chile,
drawings for sale (10 €) to bring some
assistance in Chile following the earthquake,
is not that it goes:
>>> A ROOF FOR CHILE \u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;

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A roof for Chile

And here the sale is open!

So as I told you drawings are at 10 €
please send an email to Tim for the book, then all instructions
are there actually:

>>> A roof for Chile "\u0026lt;

And here's my contribution:

But there are plenty of others!

To your good heart my friends.

EDIT: Already one copy of the party, he remains
3 others, and then lots of other designs.

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For good reason: A roof for Chile

Just a word, friends, to express an operation
I attended for the association "A roof for Chile"
to raise a little money to help Chilean
rebuild following the earthquake.

It Tim ( A cup of Tim ) that organizes everything.

He suggested those who wanted to make a drawing
on the theme of hope and reconstruction,
drawings will be sold 10 €, and it goes without saying that
all gains accrue to the association .

The operation has not started, it's just to warn you, because it starts
Monday, May 17 at 9am accurate.

First come first served,
and I think there will be very interesting holdings.

Bon and then there will be mine
(Once it starts I put the whole o):

Be generous: o )

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life it gives a lot of slaps I think ...

Woah! How chu too zero
I've abandoned for super long!

I had important work to finish.

M'enfin I'm back!

(well. .. hopefully)