Sunday, March 6, 2011

Goldwell Coloir Chart

The sea is calm broken promises

So in calm mosque.
Those who know it know, when it plunges into silence ... ufff, at any time explode cords unleashing their sanity.
Within its shell developed complicated defense mechanisms.
gathers his troops in the mountain of experience to plan his next mission.
To downplay the issue and tells jokes old missions. She likes to caress her scars the size of chestnuts. A taste like any other.
The lack of weapons was never a problem for her, did not know, not missed them and now they have heavy weapons ...
Fear invades. Curious. Perhaps
laziness. More curious.
Or maybe ... no, I do not think that is what I'm thinking. She is much stronger than you think and what they believe. I wish I knew.
Her mother has made a bologna sandwich, bought a drink and keeps his jeans pocket pack of tabasco. Everything in order.
was approached by a soldier.
-General, all ready.
She stares at the sky, looks down, the sky, land and finally sneezes.
soldier "Okay, go ahead then. Strengthen
drums and a trumpet goat / stool spits a few notes.
The troops did not know where it goes, are faithful to it, are still more.
Only she knows he knows nothing and that is enough.

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