Monday, May 21, 2007

What Is Rumbling In The Bladder



Friends:
I think it's time to close the rewarding activity reflexiava that during all this time I tried to keep from that side fills the subjectivity of one who subscribes .
I have tried, with my posts, that all / the SENDALITERARTE visitors, have a starting point to investigate the personal interior and proclaim from the rooftops that the ephemeral is what the "Golden Calf" proposes.
From these web sites have tried to talk about "the other humanity" of those who live under the bridge .... ultimately, it is still possible utopia, understood as the way to a better world. SENDALITERARTE

not disappear, just resting for a while to return, I hope, with a new format and a new approach.

Thanks to each and everyone, most especially through Sakkarah, Captain Pescanova, msm, Beaver, Elizabeth Roman, .... And so many friends who have honored me with your views.

A hug to everyone. See you soon.
The Masked Argonauta.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

Vintage Marijuana Phrases

UNREASON

is fortunate to have found the philosopher's stone that word is full of immortality. It is no longer possible for it all blow away, is the permanence of the written order to support the story.
stop thinking fade into oblivion and neglect in the impermanence of memory. The written word infinity full of axioms, opinions, concepts, ...

Writing memory space extends the conceptual and claiming the message.
The Masked Argonauta.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Pokemon Chronicles - Raikou: Legend Of Thunder

WRITTEN WORD: ACTION NO REASONABLE

In this jungle where he began to be frowned upon dream. Where everything is speculation and the feeling seems to expiration of dried leaf, we must not pretend to rare or magical balance to justify the arbitrariness of the gaps left by the effort to understand the material as the main cause vital.
We need to covet the clarity necessary in all that seeks to dissolve under the stupid curtain of cloud that blurs the real injustice of wealth and power. Honours is available to all that emanates from the heart.

Everything is feeling, the rest is smoke.
The Masked Argonauta.