Pinky & The Brain Episodes Free

we are dust in the air ... (8)

and bueh. returned to tremble. bone, not that has stopped at any minute of it, because the truth is that I lost count of how many earthquakes, temblorcitos or temblorazos, replicas, as the wea is q moves the ground (and today, after their wenas weeks outage wine included. my only parameter to differentiate a replica inignificante of something bigger and this time was fulfilled ) and is marketed as an animal Altira on guard, alert, totally absorbed by the earth movement, and the instinct of survival arises with our best times, when we were more primitive than today ...

and just turn the light (blackout lasted more than yesterday, we are evolving Perrine!) But when I left to smoke the butt after evacuating the home and see my neighbors on the street and thought " guaaaa all again? " He thought about the tiny we are. not a thought that I come once a year or every super tremor or for special occasions like an earthquake .. I think about it often. But nature rarely gives us, yeahhhh gives us the opportunity to be the protagonist of that, passing thought to reality, to experience it in its entirety.

and have circulated in the days after countless explanations, religious, terrorist, Pachamama and clear, the scientific one gets back to coconut so theory ... but eventually something is concrete. are tiny, miniscule suuuuuper. as we move the floor and go to the ridge. like when someone gets you to "move the floor" I had no good moved so the floor as mother earth so I think now I love jajjajjja

and today as well as I think of how small, insignificant we are compared to how big the land and a small (or large movement) needs remind us of our place in YOUR space ... humility should not surfaced?

today with my mom and we realized that even ants do not appear. they are also affected. and they are going. so my data for this week is that when you see an ant ... give thanks. because it means that everything returned to normal. Meanwhile, I'm sleeping with the new basic need in my bedside table: the flashlight. semi dressed (well I always sleep pa seen so there is not much change in that ejjee) and alert. alert.

Is Heather Brooke Retired

Today I went to Conce. Bullshit asshole

I went to the concession. from which we flee, because if we run like banshees that morning shit like that in which I never knew how it feels to be afraid ... that was not above the center, who walked the streets, that even though I was listening to the radio mind into a hole and would not let me sizing .... until daylight q let me see the place, let me see O'Higgins ... let me see streets and streets in the ground ... see my city full of soldiers and feel like in a war ... let me see this legendary building and split in two ... let me see the old bridge made a domino .. and broken or sunken streets ... no. I saw the photos. I saw with my eyes .. and when I got home and the light came, after so many days without it and without water .. (Which at this time still is) to see this photo squeezes my chest and I feel like everything that does not mourn and cry, why not let me because I can not. q because we succeed, for I am full and my family and everyone I know only good news .. porq'm not selfish like many who have been given q impotence, to see that others are on the ground and yet there are "people" who ruthlessly crushes ... Raging not have enough power to ease the pain of thousands of people who are so in baseball as I feel I can get to me, is why I endure ... as I can not feel bad, do not suffer.

ever thought I would have something special to live in life, something to inflate my chest with pride to tell with all those toppings that can make your story something worth telling your grandchildren "nose and I will never know whether this situation could be described as such ... I have only the picture in my head the noise that was louder than the noise of bar where I was, seeing as the floor was a big wave to people on it and I among all my friends claim to combat the imbalance ... see how the roof came down and did not understand .. just think and cry over and over again the name of my son, who became my only goal .. not if you break a glass of a car and break 10 to a tree that fell on the car of one of my friends, fight the time my hysteria, replicas, despair ... feeling that never came ... see everything as if it were not real, like 3D TV ... do not know if all this is a great story, the truth does not interest me that is. q there are people ran from collapsed buildings, people he fled to the sea q on their backs ... q people are found the most desperate of the deaths and even if they are not things worth telling but only two things. I am a lucky and nature when we want to put in place ... always know how.


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