Litgurical Mime Costumes

I wrote the word Fine.

It all began many years ago.
's friendship with the people is created slowly, a bit 'at a time. There are moments of high, low moments and situations that bring us together and take us away and then closer together and as you live all this, you do not realize that the years pass. Often when things just do not fit close one eye, even two and see that there is continuous because of the good, the sincerity of the fund.
Then one day you say "enough".
E 'success this came the famous straw that broke the camel's back. Not only because it's yet another bad move against you, against your friends, but because you want to suggest that you also had some shortcomings, not in spite of everything either party to you.

Facts: call us for the summer, me and my group, we grant a certain number of nights, then call us to make our recommendations "useless" on the purchase of extra personnel. Got the new staff we are told that there is no budget for us and reduce the evenings, not only in damage on missed collections, there hangs the possibility of other nights in the vicinity. We had the scruples to work alongside and we said no. What a stupid (adesso!) ! Without
last evening, brings us back to the day after the payment (but I have my father tankers?) trim and see an envelope with less than what we had agreed passing it to a personal mite towards us! "I have not paid anyone, but to you I have recognized a recovery of expenses," yes, but ... was not what we agreed! "Ah, where is the difference (given that you were four pieces, because we want to do Chea?) , in the end I was upset that there are not you came to my birthday (?? ) even have a message for the good wishes. " Well, the evening celebrating the birthday, we had the evening as you've deleted it, we tried to sell it and we were lucky! I came the next night and we did the good wishes. Then the message was for the good wishes you sent the same day your message is always on facebook ...!!
After all, why I have to remember your birthday and you my not??
Why did I have to celebrate like a lady if I'm not even in church?? Put me in a position to do!
Eventually I left I said that I was taken for a ride and I look good in that moment, because it was the last time I would see! He continued to
scrambling (they told me ..!) evenings that we had done inventing (I have never performed in your local Monday ... August 2 was Monday!) , then agreed of shooting fireworks a bit 'too colorful and finally gave us what which had been agreed, despite the many evenings and erased despite the agreements reached on the basis of the multitude of them.
Many have told me that friendship and money do not mix. I've always done! Too bad that was not done to her!

I Accidentally Ate Expired Chicken Stock

The Funeral is Dead Amenophi

Painkillers Before A Wax

Amenophi

Amenophi is Dead

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I

dance, the dervishes

Islamic Mysticism

Vortex White.

The procession glide along the city of Thebes

The Nile,

desert silence.

Dead

Amenophi, third,

is Dead.

Shout the song of a funeral

Litany

Panoramas pyramids

Temples

And beyond the sea

Ships and smell of salt.

Time crumpled

Spaceship

satellites and colonies.

Book of the Dead

Hieroglyphics

Statue properties

Infinite Divinity

Caravella adrift

War elephants

E automata

clash of iron

and blood on the pavement

asphalt slab

twisted bones.

Amenophi and 'dead.

Viva Amenophi.

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II

funeral.

Amenophi died

Fanfare sand

Choir mud

Western Nile

and white linen

Everywhere.

There,

a step just beyond

The parade

Wife young brothers who love

Subjects slaves

Humanity

E Dei.

the Son who is the son of the Sun

the Amon

The Only Son to be the Apostate

cries Amenophi

The Glorious.

Pharaoh died

Hear that?

Now we are celebrating the rite

Worship

Rite Liturgy of the living God

Dying

lives forever

Dies

Lives

Lord.

Body of a God

Funeral slips past

The Nile listens to the song

Notes

music written

Now

in this time.

Scrolls Funeral

In the dust of a desert of ruins

And now I feel:

Drums

Wind

Archi

Voices of a Dead Language

Now.

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III

Amenophi is Dead.

Viva Amenophi.

And the funeral goes

A vague echo

Placide waves and sparse boats

Riverside dense

that goes to sea

Huge and hot

barbarian peoples

Indifferent

of the unborn

Everything is slowly silence

Mutes the real

The sand stops on its way

No new form dunes

No mirage in the hot yellow.

Without horizon

Timeless Moment

At all times

Everywhere

Now

Amenophi is Dead

And the grim procession

addition my eyes

bow my head

observe the asphalt

breathe the stench of a factory far

Chemistry

A glow in the sky

Explosion

L ' nth

Satellites

War in the clouds

Republics and theocracies

Colonies

Powers and anarchy.

I do not care

Amenophi is Dead.

And now I no longer see

Eternal

His Black Funeral

Parade.

Inflamed Cervix And Birth Control

dramatize the meaning of the word

dramatize the meaning of gestures in
convulsive spasms of a shared language game imposed
And the world takes form on the wooden stage
downtrodden sighs and gasps
arts and hurrying in eddies and whirlpools
until all 'inclusive
And the public remains silent
satisfied sated and
And Beethoven choral shouts his
Deaf and blind now

Indifferent No other real
Napoleon '
been rejected and defeated.

Cute Unexpensive Baton Twirling Costumes

Addiction

Addicted to Drugs word

Venom and Tears
expensive, exuding drops
Again
Torture
A sound, ice blind
Orme, desert and sea.
Drop
syllables on the lips parted

chipped teeth in the blood of

And nothing slips past
Red River.
body without flesh as the Word

drug addiction to anything
Contempt and madness.

When I Drink My Jaws Hurt

Needless Epiphany

I remember a time that was useless epiphany.
a cloud in the sky runs fast and hides behind the tops of trees, maybe lime. A sudden gust
and big colored confetti strewn on the floor come to life and rush towards me. I'm sitting at a bench and converse in the Old and the mountain of a secret Iranian square with a Queen of Spain, just beyond the eleven ancient Shia Imam.
The end will come soon after, my personal pogrom and the tears and nausea.
And that suffused the chest pain, headache as the heart.
I still lived an ancient time, I promised not to.
I explored feelings soft and are now on the verge of a solitary journey.
What the Red Dragon will give me strength. Fire to burn
the memories and the places that I walked
The words that I have been told and the taste of grooves ever tasted.
This is me at any time.
I repeat up to confuse the present with the past and this in the future.
was enough to say a word, but the Queen is
Lutheran
and gives salvation by grace and by faith, not to
actions.

Programing My Remote Gm/l:15252034

Disseminate memories

Disseminate memories as traces of a delusion that is repeated,
Identical harmonic
Voices of years as suffused glass
color, transparency,
Sounds. Search
the origins of a common idiom
Vanished
As long as the world fades
in whispers.