Gays And Public Toilets

Although treatment ślubniaków fly at full speed, I have to present a little relief, to catch your breath - a report from the archive of Maya baptism - daughter of old friends and Kamil Agi. Although Kamil promised me that I am their family photographer "Daniel - you do everything with us - baptisms, weddings and funerals," it am delighted that once again they could take pictures. Here is part of the dedication, you got me:

Although she still unconscious, in the water around the glittering rings, I hope that in a few years, these few pictures will have meaning for her.
Certainly going to make fun of what they wore funny clothes, "then" Her old;)




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Staring Through My Rearview

Fan the ceiling with a suspended beneath it on the fly lepem, operated at high speed. This morning the air was very stuffy. Anyone who only could he went to the north. The town had something to spauzowanej freeze. On the door of most stores there are signs of the "closed until further notice." The whole town on a regular basis just to function bezynowa station at Route 66
Wyplątał then permeated the sheets, putting your feet on the floor planed. Long ceased to pay attention to the order placing the feet. He felt that, and so everyone is starting from the left. Before oblepionym morning dew window, reflected the foggy glass of coming to life day, squinting his eyes accustomed to the sun wstajacego with him.
"You should go Jimmy - he felt the words on the back of the neck, as the finest lash the wind.
"should" - replied, looking constantly on the vague distance. Fired a match against the window and suggested at the summit of a cigarette in his mouth.
"A lot of things should I long ago" - he added turning toward the bed. Cherri
sat on the bed, covering his feet with hands, oparając chin on his knees. Her face was hidden behind a strangely blurred make-up, and wisps of hair to twrazy przylepionymi irregularly. He thought that it could be so beautiful, that does not deserve this city that it is unfair that at such a young age she looked much older than he is.
"Your inner life is monaż chapters, since I remember correctly ... And we know ... How much longer?"
"Never protestowalaś" - he stopped throwing the cigarette on the driveway outside the window, under the wheels of an old Ford ośmiolitrowego odpryskujacym blue lacquer.
waited.
"So distraction to me once again" - she whispered.

T. Love - [Antyidol # 01] Banalny

Nowe Odcinki M Jak Milosc?

June, lazy Sunday. Sunny outdoor and wedding photography. Session Żaneta and Martin, who had never knew, never seen or even dreamed about them:) I was worried before that we "do not go" as soon as he did not know, we were not together at the wedding, not danced labamby. Nothing, however, there was no embarrassment. From the first shot, I knew that they a very good feel for the lenses and that cool store for wedding pictures. Young people really proved themselves and that they owe these pictures. Your wedding:) This whole life:) I am glad that being in the Golden Stream nobody had a lion or step on it or kiss, or open the champagne on background Manor Krasinski:) Best wishes.

Cool. We are in the middle;)

best at the end

Ahem .. I take this opportunity - I would like to appeal to young couples and for society;) All who are waiting for their ślubniaki - will see and I promise it was worth the wait because I'm in shape and is well and will be more good and turbolove and love and warmth to clothe because autumn comes:) Daniel

Discharge From Period Dark Mucousy

NY State Of Mind

It was a place like many others, but still felt its uniqueness.
Brooklyn. NY.
place where the walls are decorated with murals of Biggie like this verse Kweli'ego.
We've talked about a few queues, but it's not because I do not remember any of the words that have died that night. I just remember her mouth and her potoczystego timbre, rhythmic flow, as if I was sitting with his nose to the glass przylejonym and saw everything, but this could not participate. As the narrator in "Breakfast at Tiffany'go." Everything began to melt around the walls, tables, air ... Most of it. As if everything was one big astral projection.
staring at her red lips, sat with his hand propping his head. But it was not fatigue. It ceased to exist. Only those open mouth with which he catches himself at the cinema projection. Stupor.
Strike a pose! Look at me, the biggest since Corcky'ego ritard Tatcher'a. The following oplotło
me like cigarette smoke, dictated every blink of an eye, and pulsing, growing admiration. This is one of the things that become a natural course of things. As an unconditional reflex. As night wet dreams. Damn! Everything began to shine. Reset. Reset. Millions of resets per minute.
I thought about what I read in Bukowski. "How does it feel to be" the most beautiful girl in town "and touch his legs, stroking his own belly?". I grew up in the area step. Or maybe it was a little earlier?
Within seconds, I forgot to millions of definitions that say if they were zloopowane. There was no longer in me sentences beginning with: dirty, existential, cheap, pessimistic, decadent. I felt that they could therefore rob me of the light. How cliche.

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