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joo vaik oo vetäny sikana mopoo, niin ei ooo ja kai se johtuu mun kukasta ja ruohopsta jota oon keräillyut ja se maistuu aamulla jo heti hyvällle , sillon ei naam,a oo kauaa perseestä vaan paiostaa kuin naantalin aurinko

and total powers rules over me, ur moyfriend i have to be. rock´vn toollbisnes goes upsidedown white rules but will be down -näin hä täähjomma menee ja ei tarvi esittää mit'ää ku on oma ittensäni kaikki menee hyvin, muitta jos otat jonkun roolin se vangitsee heti sua ja haluu sua panna maan tappiin ja omistaa, imee sut kuioviin ja heitäää sity ku kapisen piskin ulkoruopkintaan ! varokaa naisia. nillä opn aina ne metykut mielessä, sanon möä jos joku ukko sattuu lukemaanm tätä-suosin naisia lukijoina , koska he ovat joslkus kehdanneet kommentoidankkin näitä ja tietysti mun kamu tai muutama kamu ja pyysin muuten parii pimuu eilen lisää ku tykkäsin niitten jutuista ja se yhdenkin vielä voiskysäsitä.sil mä tarvin jus tommosii ja paljon...joo niitä påitäää olla 12 ton näköistä vaaleeta sit punaisia 12 ja sit mustia JA SIT BRINETTERJA..MÄ HJALUIUN EKAna kaikki puhdasveriset prototyypit tulemaan kulkuieena muin edellä ja sit viralliset naiset tulee vierellä ja muut "kamut" tulee mun perässä ku jeesuksen jalanjälkiäseuraten -oihmisilläopn tapanma suiuniotella eli haaveilla kuin ne saa kaiken paremmin kuin muut:D

SUUT SUPPUUN. BUENO!
JONE SETÄ ANTAA PUSUN <3

THNX FOR ADDING AND DISSING ME SOFTLY <3
KEEP HIGHER MIND AND FOLLOW ME, HUNS <3

I DON T NEED NO DIAMOND RINGS I DONT NEED NO CADILLAC CARS, JUST WANNA DRINK MY TRIBBLE WINE DOWN IN THE LIGHNING BAR !

hiveesti pihahommia saanut pois alkta tehtyä ja saan peltiä ulkorakennuksen kattoon että saa täsätä pihahuvilasta semmosen lattialämmitteisen kun siel on lattia täynnä kiviä ja sit lankkuu höylättynä, et mul on ns. modrnimpi versio ateljeesta con nanoteknologia ja magnetismi -nollavirrasta en puhu mitään, ,kokska kukaan sitö tajua ku sitä, selittää -em ees mä:D

pirkklan nuorisollla oli oma tositeveelähetys onlinena ja kelsin et se siirretääänb nettii ja tehdääänkin ennempi näitä ohjelmia

ja formaatit pitäää olla hyviä eimitäää köyhööö tosdiuteeveepa vaaannn TAUDETTA, ART TAIDETTA ART SITÄ JUMALAISTA ITSEÄÄN
GOD GIF ME ART AND U TOO <3WAUUU.HAVER FUNTIME AND BE HAPPY, BUT SOMETIMES U HAVETO CRYING AND YOU ! grye AND WAT FASTER THA EASIER...UY HANDLED FASTER SOMETHING PROBLEMS, TRAUMAS ETC:. NOW I SMOKE BIG FAT BOOOMBOOM WATERPIPE AND I FEEL LIKE A WATERPIPIN AND I KNOW , IM FUNNY...HIHIHI LIKE LITTLE GIRLS JUP! SMOKE JUP TOBACCO JUP BABE JUP. JUP BABE JUP...LALALALAA..JUP BABE JUP !

elokuunalun pariisissa mä hänen kansaan vietin aikaa joka oli kuyinsulaa kultaa ja muutenkin täysin kohtalo puuttui peliin ja kaikki kääntyi taas parhaispäin

Alla varjossa siltojen,
puistoissa auringon,
me vaelsimme kaduilla
ja sanoja tarvittu ei.
Sä rakastit mua
ja mä rakastin sua.
Pidin sinusta kii,
katsoin silmiin nauraviin.
Ja toivoimme ettei tää päättyä voi.

Täynnä pareja onnellisia
kansamme kulkivat
kaduilla elivät tätä ihmeellistä hetkeä,
tätä huumaavaa kesää,
joka tuoksullaan sai
monet vannovat parit
liimautumaan toisiinsa kii.

Tuulli hattuasi lennätti,
ja sen perässä juoksimme.
Salamoita katseltiin,
sadetta paettiin hotelliin,
huoneeseen vuoteesen
- veri suonissa sykkiä sai meidän sävelen.

Ja niin kevyin askelin
me kaduilla seikkailtiin.
Vailla huolta huomisesta
käsi kädessä leijjuttiin.
Lapsia telmiviä katsomaan jäimme,
ja mä otin sua ja sä otit mua.
Tää ei koskaan saa loppua
- sä oot mun ainoa.
En sua satuttaa halua,
etkä sä mua.
Emme toisiamme hylkää, me lupaamme sen.

hahaaa mä tiedän mitä ihmiset pelkää toosi paljo, sitä et aika loppu tai aine lopuu maailma lopuuu, kuolee dleaaa ja sileen on niinku poäässyt maalin ja hettän yt vikat femmat mustanaamion kaa.
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hyvä toi oli ihan järkevä jttu miten mä rakentelen tän kertomuksen että olisin todellisempaa uskotavampia ja todellisempi niin kuin on hyvin paljon mahdollista tai tämä kohtaus leiktaan ja hidatetaan jos tyulee kirjoitusdvirheitä vaik teen ätää sika vauhdilla niin en oo sitä vaika kaikki aianb luulee et mö oo hirvee vauhti päää...nooh ohan se maistunut j MAISTUU KU PITÄÄ ROKATAIHMISTEN KAA, MUT MUUTEN M,Ä OON PILVESSÄ VAAN:D REHLLISESTI SANOEN ONNELINE KU SAA POIMIA RUOHJOO PUUTARAHASTA JA MUUTEKIN KAIKKI ON NIIN HELPPOOO -TIETTY JOSKUS PITÄÄ HIEMn säätää, mut silleen et halo !
täs voitaS OLLA ETEI OLI EES FYRKKAA ½! KAMALAA JOS EI VÄHINTÄÄ TONNI PITÄÄ OLLA TASKUSSA ET IHMISET PYSYY RAUHALLISINA NIITÄ POIKKEUKSIA LUUKUUNOTTAmatya ja niistä eisen enmpäää ..nuijallla pöytään ja piustä se leimakin siihe ja pistäö se sinne muitten sjkeaan vaa niinku ennenkin huudan virkamiehille jha he kuuulevat ja näin teen slaista maanmmmeäitien ja hartmaitten kanssa yhteistyätä harm,aittern edustajana,,,kaavotuskiistoja taio ongelmia joilla kunna t hiojjaa fyrkat valtolta pois pelatuakseen jne. mut kaikki mnee silti ihan oikm juast niinku pit´ääkin

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JOO MEITIN BÄNDI SIIS ON NYT TRIONA JA HUOMENNA ON UUDEN BÄNDIMME EKAT VIRALLISET HARJOITUKSET JOITA EN OOKKAAN

BÄNDIENI KANSSA TEHNYT AIKOIHIN JOTEN HYVÄ TEHDÄ SE KERRANKIN HYVIN ELI HUOMENNA klo 3 NAGUAL BANK soittaaa jossain helvetin hyvin ja nauhoittaa samlla muutaman hitin ja muutaman klasikon alkuunsa. Onnex osaa ees jotain, emmä kuvataiteilijanakaan huono oo mutten näe siinä mitään järkee pitwemmän päälle se påiotäää olla jotain jos on enämpi munaa n ijnku näyttelimisesä ja musassa on ja esiintymisessä. sitä jotenkin rakastaa tehdä tätä työtä ja se sit viekin kaiken ajan jos sen kunnolla tekee jotern joskus teemme hieman paskaaa, niin se johtuu siitä et meidän tarvbii eläää niinku muukkin ja saada oikeeta rakkautta niinku muukkin ja olla oieita ihmisiä niinkju muukkin ja laula sielöuja -niinku muukkin.ilman m,itää ertyis oikkeusia ja vi-zydeemejä-niin kuin muuukkin...tulee hyvä rap-biiisi saa kopsta stereniot tai jooset, vai niil on ittellä wen hyvää matskuu ja on joitakin ikävä ihaN TOSISAAN...NÄÄÄ OSAA ARVOSTAA TÄMMÖSTÄ VANHAA RTOCKKIPAPPAAA ja se pistää ison miehen kyyneliin , pwerkele. vitun poikku pirihuorat sun muut palapäät ja vammaset we are one ! <3 love u we love us:D <3 hallelujah ! power is loveis power ! peace and fives and smopke the jup smoke the jup dont morew, dont more than more:D ..mmmm hot road jack and this..mmm good sonng and im sure that somebodys is making those song better than ever, course !

Mitä tuli juotua ? ! wauu !

Vesi on väritön neste, joka auttaa meitä näkemään sateenkaaren värit. Sillä ei ole muotoa, mutta se antaa kaikelle muodon. Se on miljardeja vuosia vanhaa, mutta se uudistuu jatkuvasti. Sitä on kaikkialla ja kaikessa. Se on avain ihmisen terveyteen ja ihmisellä on avain veden terveyteen.”

”Vesi ei ole ainoastaan mieltämme heijastava peili – se on elämänlähde.”

Veden ääni

Veden tehtävä fysiologisesti on merkittävä. Vesi toimittaa kehon kudoksille happea ja ravinteita. Nesteet

mä saan matkustella paljon ja kantaa huolta lähes kaikesta elleei olis kaikia managereita sun muita sekottamssa pakkaa...vaikee olla missään ja on yksinäistä jka pidetään ihan friikkinä vaik mä haluisin vaan ihan normaalii rakkautta mitä muukkin en enempää enkä vähempäää...mua kiinosta olla joku jos sen hinta on se että sen kaa on naimissisa niin ettei oo aikaa omaan yksityisyytewen..muuten mul on ihan yes. on valtaa ja fyrkkaa jedat ja olla tekopyhä paskianen ja mulla on tiettyjä etuoikeuksia, mutta myös vituxeen velvollisuuksia ja tää musahomma tekee mut ihan kahelix vaan enempi et kaikki lataamaot on jo nähty ja kaverit kuolleet ja uusia tullut ja kaikki elvikset nähty eikä kiinista paskaakaaan mikään ns.starat en arvota ihmisiä silleen, mut minkäös teet ku ei saa enää kontaktia ku facebookij välityksellä ihmisiin joka elää ns. tavallisempaa elämää ja se ei silti oo sitä että se olis köyhempäää, sil rikkaus asuu tietty meitin sydämmissä ja mun sydän o hajalla ja mä haluisin et joku sais sen mun kaa koottuu.kiitos<3

sShit, i have too much time to do nothing or everything....i´m hollyday with my band this weekend and i feeling energy and want to go play with band, but maybe been too busy and i have to be cool again -it´s important and so difficult. Im yellow peopple whos can be like nothings going on, but ´maybe i want lieing anymore with my feeling so than couple years...i´m moving on and i think that im not only one

i just comming out with my dog and its nice winding day, but not raining and sun is shining and so clothes going away and im swet. its realy hot 15 celsius something:)

sweet dreams huns and take it easy and stop afraid and be happy, i say:D

somebodys...my friends are difficult but , i think that i have try understanding and hearding them better

Vincent van Gogh once said, "An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men."
Van Gogh might be better known for his bloody ear than his warm heart, but you gotta love the sentiment.

Young Vincent was doomed from the start. He was born a year to the day after a stillborn fetus, also coincidentally named "Vincent." Now, 150 years ago, people were considerably less sensitive to such things than they are today, and the art of psychology was only in its infancy. Nevertheless, it's not real hard to see how issues could arise from this state of affairs.

Certainly, Vinnie had no shortage of issues. After a religious education and a brief stint at boarding school, young van Gogh dropped out for reasons which remain unknown. Vincent was notable during this time for a complete absence of interest in art.

When Vincent left school, however, art became a central part of his life... in the same way that Big Macs become a central part of many teenagers' lives today. van Gogh took a job selling art for a Netherlands dealer.

After a few years working near home, van Gogh was transferred to London and never looked back. "Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous," he wrote.

In London, it appears, he had his first romantic entanglements, which went poorly. He proposed to a woman who was already engaged to someone else, an uphill battle which he didn't win.

Although van Gogh had always displayed depressive tendencies, it was only after this incident -- and others like it -- that he began to seem out of control. His lack of success with the ladies depressed him, and may have exacerbated some deeper problems that had been there all along.

When van Gogh started harassing the customers at the art dealership, his employer tried transferring him to Paris to get his mind off the failed romances he'd experienced in Britain. When that didn't work, he fired young Vincent.

At age 23, Vincent still entertained no thoughts of being a painter. Finding himself unemployed, he turned to God for help. van Gogh took a job as a minister.

If his encounters with women had touched off a deep chord of dysfunction in van Gogh, his encounters with God would seal the deal. van Gogh had the sort of relationship with God that only a paranoid schizophrenic can really appreciate.

Vincent wandered Europe studying religion and looking for paying work. His grooming declined sharply, while his scary-craziness increased dramatically. He began living a life of extreme asceticism, which didn't work out so well. He tried preaching to village audiences, who found him incomprehensible.

Finally, at age 27, he gave up on religion and turned to painting for the first time. Despite this late start, the good news was that Vincent had finally found a trade in which he truly excelled. The bad news was that he was just enough ahead of his time to ensure a live of struggle and poverty.

He continued to wander Europe, only this time studying art instead of religion. He found solace for his battered mind in his work -- and other less productive pursuits.

"If I were to think of and dwell on disastrous possibilities, I could do nothing," he wrote. "I throw myself headlong into my work, and come up again with my studies; if the storm within gets too loud, I take a glass too much to stun myself."

The glass in question was often absinthe. Fellow painter Toulouse Latrec painted a portrait of van Gogh sitting with his glass of absinthe. van Gogh himself immortalized the drink in his own work.

It's particularly fashionable in medical circles these days to write endlessly about how the effects of absinthe and other commonly abused drugs of the day might have shaped van Gogh's art, for instance by causing him to hallucinate the halos and aurorae that often surround light sources in his paintings.

Because, you see, there's no reason van Gogh could possibly have wanted to paint the things he did without some biochemical explanation. Art, as we all know, is primarily chemistry. And don't forget that any pleasant sensations you experience while looking at art are also just chemistry. In fact, you're just having a hypoglycemic episode or a mild seizure. Art is inherently meaningless, God is dead, we're all just robots, kill yourself now.

Anyway, back to van Gogh. Even without a bunch of bored biochemists to depress him, Vincent was having troubles. Since he too much of a buffoon to understand the subtle effects of neurotoxins on his brain, he ridiculously attributed these troubles to his continuing string of spectacular failures in the romance department.

van Gogh fell in love with his cousin, who spurned him mercilessly. He tried to burn himself with an oil lamp to demonstrate his love for the woman, but her father blew out the lamp, spoiling the moment.

Finally, van Gogh found the right woman for him -- a prostitute. He managed to eke out nearly two years of domesticity with "Sien," who moved in with him and brought along her two children by other men. (Oh, by the way, love? Just chemistry.)

At the end of the relationship, van Gogh was emotionally devastated but hitting his artistic peak.

"Painting and fucking a lot are not compatible; it weakens the brain," he wrote. In the absence of his dysfunctional little family, he hit the road with his paints and canvases.

Unfortunately, his artistic success did not correspond with commercial success. Vincent was painting, but no one was buying. His brother Theo underwrote his work, barely, but even their relationship was growing strained.

With virtually every other aspect of his life in the toilet, van Gogh now started doing the best work of his career, paintings with titles like "Skull with Burning Cigarette" and "The Potato Eaters," a grim and condescending portrait of peasantry that nevertheless showed the first glimmerings of his real talent.

After a period of several months wandering the continent with his paints, van Gogh settled in France, first staying in Paris and later moving to the countryside. As his physical health faltered (due in part to spending his money on art supplies instead of food), his work continued to improve by leaps and bounds. He spent time with Paul Gaugin, whose paintings were modestly successful, making him infinitely more successful than van Gogh himself.

Although his work was beginning to impress and influence fellow artists like Gaugin, van Gogh was still unable to sell his work. Poor and increasingly alcoholic, his health began to deteriorate again. It was during this period that he created some of his most enduring works, including "Sunflowers" and "Pavement Cafe at Night."

Gaugin and van Gogh were roommates for a couple of months, but they argued about art and found domestic bliss elusive. The tension between the two set the stage for van Gogh's most infamous accomplishment, known even to those who couldn't identify one of his paintings out of a lineup of Picassos.

Vincent had never been particularly stable, and Gaugin was no day at the beach himself. After the two had a violent argument just before Christmas of 1888, Gaugin left town and van Gogh broke down. His established mental eccentricities aggravated by a combination of alcohol, absinthe, and epilepsy, van Gogh began hearing things. With the cold, unrelenting logic of the insane, he deduced that the solution to the problem was to cut off his left ear.

In reality, it was only the lower lobe of his ear, but it was a fairly extreme statement nevertheless. He attempted to give the now-detached organ to a prostitute, insisting it was a priceless gift. This didn't go over very well, and the artist was hospitalized. The blood loss and infection nearly killed him, but he recovered. He emerged from the hospital seemingly in better spirits, but broke down again in just a few weeks, claiming that someone was trying to poison him.

van Gogh spent the next several weeks in and out of the hospital, until his brother finally convinced him to enter an asylum. The scientific treatment for mental illness was to leave patients soaking in a tub for hours at a time.

The treatment rendered him soggy, but not appreciably more sane. The asylum allowed him to paint, and within its walls he created perhaps his most powerful work, "Starry Night." He once wrote to his brother, "I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day," a sentiment amply reflected in his most famous work.
attempt. He was denied a funeral because he had committed suicide.

this is not vincent this is my pic ! thnx owners and hello too ! we need good service ! banners is oldfashion and aold words style handling concection people....its wrong !

Yep, this monet...i can´t say it ! im so pleased and happy and grying .....touchebble......i..i. immmm so happpy this numer uno, i wrote lot of and now this monet...i wanna go out thjis place to play my quitar. clock is nine and i can get no sour

my other life is like zombie