Sunday, November 22, 2009

How Serious Is Herpes In The Nose Or Eyes?

Monsalve - Mecha

Occasionally discs in Venezuela appear to be grateful. It is not easy in a market as ambiguous as ours play an album that sounds cool addition we present a proposal to break the canons and also represents an opportunity to believe in the music made here.

Raúl Monsalve is a leading Venezuelan bassist, known to many as the bassist for KRE, this phenomenal project whose only two albums have garnered rave reviews worldwide. Raul

This time we are presented only with an interesting album that makes apology to a number of Venezuelan idiosyncrasies give him standing to bring a wonderful fusion of jazz, dub, afrobeat, Latin rock and even drums on the coast. All represented in a round disc and without failure which has ended up becoming one of my favorites of 2009.

The album is entirely instrumental with one exception in 24/06/2007 piece is a recording of drums coast, the rest, pure fusion hard.

Led by PILL Records, a young seal that is gaining attention in the music scene in Venezuela, Monsalve is an album to be thankful for, things do not always go how are you.

Technical aspects

Produce ; Raul Monsalve
RECORD: Gustavo Guerrero, Jose Miguel "Chemi" Gutierrez, Alejandro "El Niño" Berti, Leo Cordova, Joseph "Chip" Martinez, Jesus "Chucho" Manzanares, Alexis "Kitchu" Rendon , Julio Andrade, Vladimir Pena, Nayin Paiva, Ruben D'hers, Irvin Perez, Jose Mata, Raul Monsalve
RECORDED: South Studio 11
Teleart
SOUND ENGINEERS: Jose Manuel Pinto, Jorge Herrera
MIX: Pablo Estacio, Jorge Herrera
MASTERING : German Landaeta Phaseland Study at
GRAPHIC: Metra

Tracklist:
Kaleta took
No Flammable


The Other Side 24/06/2007

Deo e'mono
Low Tide

Volatile
Marych
Tatequieto

How Serious Is Herpes In The Nose Or Eyes?

Monsalve - Mecha

Occasionally discs in Venezuela appear to be grateful. It is not easy in a market as ambiguous as ours play an album that sounds cool addition we present a proposal to break the canons and also represents an opportunity to believe in the music made here.

Raúl Monsalve is a leading Venezuelan bassist, known to many as the bassist for KRE, this phenomenal project whose only two albums have garnered rave reviews worldwide. Raul

This time we are presented only with an interesting album that makes apology to a number of Venezuelan idiosyncrasies give him standing to bring a wonderful fusion of jazz, dub, afrobeat, Latin rock and even drums on the coast. All represented in a round disc and without failure which has ended up becoming one of my favorites of 2009.

The album is entirely instrumental with one exception in 24/06/2007 piece is a recording of drums coast, the rest, pure fusion hard.

Led by PILL Records, a young seal that is gaining attention in the music scene in Venezuela, Monsalve is an album to be thankful for, things do not always go how are you.

Technical aspects

Produce ; Raul Monsalve
RECORD: Gustavo Guerrero, Jose Miguel "Chemi" Gutierrez, Alejandro "El Niño" Berti, Leo Cordova, Joseph "Chip" Martinez, Jesus "Chucho" Manzanares, Alexis "Kitchu" Rendon , Julio Andrade, Vladimir Pena, Nayin Paiva, Ruben D'hers, Irvin Perez, Jose Mata, Raul Monsalve
RECORDED: South Studio 11
Teleart
SOUND ENGINEERS: Jose Manuel Pinto, Jorge Herrera
MIX: Pablo Estacio, Jorge Herrera
MASTERING : German Landaeta Phaseland Study at
GRAPHIC: Metra

Tracklist:
Kaleta took
No Flammable


The Other Side 24/06/2007

Deo e'mono
Low Tide

Volatile
Marych
Tatequieto

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Cyberhome Ch-dvr 1200

Remember


Cítate yourself at any time in this plant
agenda before it and bless all your masks anonymous man
Your maze of frosty meat ; Your
wandering madness
Remember dawn in the strands of the aurora as a Lesser God that Alexander
odor memory with old mine Dark and deep burns
bronchi and nerves in the light of the morning
As you know With scissors that make sound waves and merge
Before a stunned weather Loaded
moisture
With these electrical cables
This date
This sky Dale freedom to cast weave a dusty or bitter ocean
them off fever and long roots of your bones desorillada
Already summit sad enough in your shroud
Leaves carpets and hardly affordable shortcuts
sleep dreaming of gold wrist watches hectic fast
prodigious Juggler Never enough to elevate
walk on the waters of a country cursed and unknown lewd
Admit you break derramándote commonplace
known cornices Your profile , moth-eaten
radiographs
See how it takes all the wind Tell Your hands
Rosewood Open Your ears
Bellies illuminated with impotence
That body drag ; Yours Grammar beautiful
will bring a new language Pulmonary ; Perhaps warm


[Photo by Brassai]

Cyberhome Ch-dvr 1200

Remember


Cítate yourself at any time in this plant
agenda before it and bless all your masks anonymous man
Your maze of frosty meat ; Your
wandering madness
Remember dawn in the strands of the aurora as a Lesser God that Alexander
odor memory with old mine Dark and deep burns
bronchi and nerves in the light of the morning
As you know With scissors that make sound waves and merge
Before a stunned weather Loaded
moisture
With these electrical cables
This date
This sky Dale freedom to cast weave a dusty or bitter ocean
them off fever and long roots of your bones desorillada
Already summit sad enough in your shroud
Leaves carpets and hardly affordable shortcuts
sleep dreaming of gold wrist watches hectic fast
prodigious Juggler Never enough to elevate
walk on the waters of a country cursed and unknown lewd
Admit you break derramándote commonplace
known cornices Your profile , moth-eaten
radiographs
See how it takes all the wind Tell Your hands
Rosewood Open Your ears
Bellies illuminated with impotence
That body drag ; Yours Grammar beautiful
will bring a new language Pulmonary ; Perhaps warm


[Photo by Brassai]

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Paintball Hand Guns That Look Real




Nothing can your lips asphalt and torch-light Surrounded
and inappetence without remedy Sewn night
Entangled in exact truths
death stunned in your shirt will nest the esparto
car brand and its fiery embrace
Ah
the world can no longer be conceived in
tree leaves burning in the throat
grass on advanced chips without thinking
Luce to our necks in spite abandoned
But this fall will be sweeter than other
Our weaknesses are intact
celebrate the greatness of his vast domain
We can sit on the edge of life in abeyance
And forget that we were angels Allow
threads remain invisible to our satisfaction
While our heads are strangling

You love the cities that succumb
to hide Your heart cradled in a vessel sleepwalker Browse
hungry silence
Browse giving back to the days
That rain floods on rooftops
underground
Your wounds have gnawed the less
The limit at the end of all your pockets
Returning to the land In Giving encouragement
delusional
string into an abyss of Bone Precursor
knots groping
orbits
deliciously minty fragile lyric
Infinite barns where they go to die Your secrets shooting
telegraph signals

Your
About you hide your shy office
Half
Half tragedy arises
hesitant delivery route Portrait of the street lost
Where overwinters in amazement
And born as tire smoke you wit
Under a policy embraced exile
Weaver stars on sheets of snow
Where
nourish your bare back
Alone Safe are your joints boreal
From humble tin soldier and lucid
Safe your look in the south of the page
As a Christ of ice exploded and poor

is another place where heaven lies continue pouring
as pebble or hail
Here
locks dams
inevitable looming on our horizon mercy of insomnia
But neither reflect the pale streetlight
Of your beautiful arms of granite and wire

[rayogram of Man Ray]

Paintball Hand Guns That Look Real




Nothing can your lips asphalt and torch-light Surrounded
and inappetence without remedy Sewn night
Entangled in exact truths
death stunned in your shirt will nest the esparto
car brand and its fiery embrace
Ah
the world can no longer be conceived in
tree leaves burning in the throat
grass on advanced chips without thinking
Luce to our necks in spite abandoned
But this fall will be sweeter than other
Our weaknesses are intact
celebrate the greatness of his vast domain
We can sit on the edge of life in abeyance
And forget that we were angels Allow
threads remain invisible to our satisfaction
While our heads are strangling

You love the cities that succumb
to hide Your heart cradled in a vessel sleepwalker Browse
hungry silence
Browse giving back to the days
That rain floods on rooftops
underground
Your wounds have gnawed the less
The limit at the end of all your pockets
Returning to the land In Giving encouragement
delusional
string into an abyss of Bone Precursor
knots groping
orbits
deliciously minty fragile lyric
Infinite barns where they go to die Your secrets shooting
telegraph signals

Your
About you hide your shy office
Half
Half tragedy arises
hesitant delivery route Portrait of the street lost
Where overwinters in amazement
And born as tire smoke you wit
Under a policy embraced exile
Weaver stars on sheets of snow
Where
nourish your bare back
Alone Safe are your joints boreal
From humble tin soldier and lucid
Safe your look in the south of the page
As a Christ of ice exploded and poor

is another place where heaven lies continue pouring
as pebble or hail
Here
locks dams
inevitable looming on our horizon mercy of insomnia
But neither reflect the pale streetlight
Of your beautiful arms of granite and wire

[rayogram of Man Ray]

Monday, October 12, 2009

Shelfield Stainless Steel Pocket Knives

Sculptor ................................ Welcome Mr. Dalton













astray do not know our bodies and without propellers
seem drowned in their own flesh
not descend without interference by terse rails

night Our bodies ; Vapors
wild are measured at the bottom of rivers in geometric cascades
fervor and coffee splattered brains
theories

Here comes the man his eyes bathed in shades of sleet
their arms look tight as railways are ill routes weave sadness on the grass
mineral traps extending your muscles as polar
We cover the life with a jolt
Beautiful trail which is to say with few syllables Viejo Viejo heart heart
PLC Little're just a puppet
all know the world or
blood flowing fast as a velocipede
tract below Doing Nothing
assumptions about time and sawtooth
that we still agricultural customs
bay mouth in those pastures sown with opium and metaphors
will numb their teenage terrors

swallows all know but we need to learn to worship the periphery
no scribbles
miss let in the light of day to day traveling on fists
moonlight Let
glaciers at the edge of their dizziness Days
botanical marine reflection of tufts on steep land with a crash
childhood Abramos
scars and prayers I will no shoulders
forest silence as the only outfit outfit bienlosabedios
only bare chest but do not wake
trembles and howls
It is inconsistent to resist dying
calendars have to be humble
broken heart is still howling naked
know not handle disappointment well
indifference

Halfway
At this time let them off the reefs
slow days where they will go aground That
the future and its bright billboards
up I lose hope penumbra
to move forward in their carriages as they pray scrupulously

prayers that fill the empty pages
urban eco takes possession of some chords Fencing
winter traveling more than anyone When winter moves with
discouragement vertebrae
migrants bring your bed strewn with bodies that move medals
with suitcases rickety air and proclaim their powers
whys bodies where no wind blows and the voices of gods

write with their crowns pens opening
new wounds in the crust
sovereign claim to turning somersaults
We left behind
arms raised debased by the hardness of the territory
only doubt now leads us to balance
measured
end where quicksand is not quenched the fire
say that distance is only about
arrives tomorrow full of knots
curvy highways
I will embrace and learn to navigate without
head on the night and blue horses
while I pay one to one my sins
Unless the lip or the eardrum would be right in
stanzas will be guided without ruling on Old army without low noise
well be roaring with its hinges
astray because we do not know
; ;

not know [Photo by Ricky Dávila]

Shelfield Stainless Steel Pocket Knives

Sculptor ................................ Welcome Mr. Dalton













astray do not know our bodies and without propellers
seem drowned in their own flesh
not descend without interference by terse rails

night Our bodies ; Vapors
wild are measured at the bottom of rivers in geometric cascades
fervor and coffee splattered brains
theories

Here comes the man his eyes bathed in shades of sleet
their arms look tight as railways are ill routes weave sadness on the grass
mineral traps extending your muscles as polar
We cover the life with a jolt
Beautiful trail which is to say with few syllables Viejo Viejo heart heart
PLC Little're just a puppet
all know the world or
blood flowing fast as a velocipede
tract below Doing Nothing
assumptions about time and sawtooth
that we still agricultural customs
bay mouth in those pastures sown with opium and metaphors
will numb their teenage terrors

swallows all know but we need to learn to worship the periphery
no scribbles
miss let in the light of day to day traveling on fists
moonlight Let
glaciers at the edge of their dizziness Days
botanical marine reflection of tufts on steep land with a crash
childhood Abramos
scars and prayers I will no shoulders
forest silence as the only outfit outfit bienlosabedios
only bare chest but do not wake
trembles and howls
It is inconsistent to resist dying
calendars have to be humble
broken heart is still howling naked
know not handle disappointment well
indifference

Halfway
At this time let them off the reefs
slow days where they will go aground That
the future and its bright billboards
up I lose hope penumbra
to move forward in their carriages as they pray scrupulously

prayers that fill the empty pages
urban eco takes possession of some chords Fencing
winter traveling more than anyone When winter moves with
discouragement vertebrae
migrants bring your bed strewn with bodies that move medals
with suitcases rickety air and proclaim their powers
whys bodies where no wind blows and the voices of gods

write with their crowns pens opening
new wounds in the crust
sovereign claim to turning somersaults
We left behind
arms raised debased by the hardness of the territory
only doubt now leads us to balance
measured
end where quicksand is not quenched the fire
say that distance is only about
arrives tomorrow full of knots
curvy highways
I will embrace and learn to navigate without
head on the night and blue horses
while I pay one to one my sins
Unless the lip or the eardrum would be right in
stanzas will be guided without ruling on Old army without low noise
well be roaring with its hinges
astray because we do not know
; ;

not know [Photo by Ricky Dávila]

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Wishing Happy Journey Sms

Lonxa


















Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save


Roque Dalton.
.
.



How do you say? Everything that goes against oneself is immoral, it is not seeking the identity in any alleys, or cursing the storms that brought rain, sometimes it seems it is only appropriate for others, but hurt us.

[Photo Fellig Arthur 'Weegee'. I love that show, the woman is drunk naked life with courage, while elegantly dressed man covers his face, probably because it should not be there, and because he has things to hide under this false facade respectable citizen.]

Wishing Happy Journey Sms

Lonxa


















Morality and barbed wire cages
we should not lose sight of the beautiful
air space
diamond will always be among
bars have time to flee the explosion
act act
but never to save


Roque Dalton.
.
.



How do you say? Everything that goes against oneself is immoral, it is not seeking the identity in any alleys, or cursing the storms that brought rain, sometimes it seems it is only appropriate for others, but hurt us.

[Photo Fellig Arthur 'Weegee'. I love that show, the woman is drunk naked life with courage, while elegantly dressed man covers his face, probably because it should not be there, and because he has things to hide under this false facade respectable citizen.]

Monday, October 5, 2009

How Fix Tech Deck Skin

Corina Song












December


comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown

bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge

men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak


But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme

or erect and absurd puzzle




[Photo by Christopher Anderson]

How Fix Tech Deck Skin

Corina Song












December


comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown

bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge

men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak


But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme

or erect and absurd puzzle




[Photo by Christopher Anderson]

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Police Scanner Mobile Phone















speak of yourself with timid wonder, faced with the night, their dogs blue . With eyes closed and open chest. And life is oh god bites lips silently undressing other hearts, in this November with a quiet operating room. There is only one truth from door to door after the names that are out of you, caught in the frenzy of their love sadly called Barefoot Contessa. Memory double bottom subway stations. Shivering to route marches granite, dressed in impudent song. Burning undaunted. Denying unhappy land dictates stiff moving on rooftops. When the rain pours into your bed for future immigration cold colors, glass cheek, stands brave gesture of yours that exact perspective of self-me-is concerned. It is not even live far away in closed rings in morning roundabouts where you turn fear about fear. It is rather an unusual way to prohibit paid to ask the time clock. And that one foot over another decent dance listening to the radio on all machines. Goddess without altar of God, extraordinarily human and fragile. Just wound what you want to give this public theater, the frivolous jungle sweetly tempered glass and sound.

[Allows pain
cross your legs and never gets tired of waiting and numb
While the cover is torn at the bottom
Of all our oil wells]


You are the light And the same
That grows wheat the light

[Photo of Eve Arnold]

Police Scanner Mobile Phone















speak of yourself with timid wonder, faced with the night, their dogs blue . With eyes closed and open chest. And life is oh god bites lips silently undressing other hearts, in this November with a quiet operating room. There is only one truth from door to door after the names that are out of you, caught in the frenzy of their love sadly called Barefoot Contessa. Memory double bottom subway stations. Shivering to route marches granite, dressed in impudent song. Burning undaunted. Denying unhappy land dictates stiff moving on rooftops. When the rain pours into your bed for future immigration cold colors, glass cheek, stands brave gesture of yours that exact perspective of self-me-is concerned. It is not even live far away in closed rings in morning roundabouts where you turn fear about fear. It is rather an unusual way to prohibit paid to ask the time clock. And that one foot over another decent dance listening to the radio on all machines. Goddess without altar of God, extraordinarily human and fragile. Just wound what you want to give this public theater, the frivolous jungle sweetly tempered glass and sound.

[Allows pain
cross your legs and never gets tired of waiting and numb
While the cover is torn at the bottom
Of all our oil wells]


You are the light And the same
That grows wheat the light

[Photo of Eve Arnold]

Friday, October 2, 2009

How Many Bayers Can I Take

Selfportrait


















Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence

and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical

nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds

[Photo by Helmut Newton]

How Many Bayers Can I Take

Selfportrait


















Upgrades your scars like banners
oh
old ghosts known to drown in their own negligence

and enfold you with voices that are not
and die of cold
, in your delirium and small anatomical

nameless vagabond dressed only puncture wounds

[Photo by Helmut Newton]

Vizio Tv Base, Stands

Silence Creature















me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news

rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant

will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical


icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose

[Photo of Harry Callahan]

Vizio Tv Base, Stands

Silence Creature















me out of me with defense
of this board Polish town of missteps
the black queen is facing a white army as the news

rise by 14 people rainfall in Sicily
and your heart still lurking just breathless
small lark after a tide of
waists as they say the waves
Not a flaring that migrant

will match or wind to follow the example of your limbs geographical


icebreakers warm
I saw a storm approaching
the folds of a newspaper
, tight prose

[Photo of Harry Callahan]

General Power Of Attorney Form Sbi

polar meteorological


Winter moves in you
with broken feet of snow
on your land
fertile planted

shells on all your truths
who are dying

Please Stand up
danger
allows
frost invades your jaw clenched

your heart freezes
as those sunflowers
who fear the darkness

Listen to what makes the cosmos
with crooked lines as ivy and render
your saliva to air flow and grow
your dreams wound blood
to the top of
still
gardens where life is born die man


[Photo manipulated Robert ParkeHarrison]

General Power Of Attorney Form Sbi

polar meteorological


Winter moves in you
with broken feet of snow
on your land
fertile planted

shells on all your truths
who are dying

Please Stand up
danger
allows
frost invades your jaw clenched

your heart freezes
as those sunflowers
who fear the darkness

Listen to what makes the cosmos
with crooked lines as ivy and render
your saliva to air flow and grow
your dreams wound blood
to the top of
still
gardens where life is born die man


[Photo manipulated Robert ParkeHarrison]

Monday, September 7, 2009

Prosumer Hd Camcorders

Alex's podcast - Episode 7: America

If the former was focused on Britain, in this me settled in the United States with some of the greatest bands from the north. A compendium of bands ranging from great classics to unknown phenomena. Much rock I hope you enjoy the way that I enjoyed doing it.

To listen now:

If you want to download the song:

http://www.archive.org/download/El_Podcast_de_Alex_Episodio-7/podcast-07.mp3

If you want to subscribe to the podcast your favorite music player:

http://www.odeo.com/channels/562193-silentgnome.xml?serial_id=562193-silentgnome

The next podcast will be devoted to Latin America.

Prosumer Hd Camcorders

Alex's podcast - Episode 7: America

If the former was focused on Britain, in this me settled in the United States with some of the greatest bands from the north. A compendium of bands ranging from great classics to unknown phenomena. Much rock I hope you enjoy the way that I enjoyed doing it.

To listen now:

If you want to download the song:

http://www.archive.org/download/El_Podcast_de_Alex_Episodio-7/podcast-07.mp3

If you want to subscribe to the podcast your favorite music player:

http://www.odeo.com/channels/562193-silentgnome.xml?serial_id=562193-silentgnome

The next podcast will be devoted to Latin America.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Saoirse Ronan Height 2010

Alex Podcast - Episode 6: UK

not to make a long story short, I decided to launch a dedicated sixth British bands or projects. I had a bald (pretty ugly, lol) when I said that the Beatles White Album is from 1996 when we all know it is 1966 but X, so I recorded it and this will be.

The podcast begins and ends rocker rocker so I come with everything. The next podcast pa'ya promise you ... in a couple of days I come with another, yes, listen to this!

If you want to download the song:

http://www.archive.org/download/El_Podcast_de_Alex_Episodio-6/podcast-06.mp3

If you want to subscribe to the podcast to your favorite music player:

http://www.odeo.com/channels/562193-silentgnome.xml?serial_id=562193-silentgnome

Saoirse Ronan Height 2010

Alex Podcast - Episode 6: UK

not to make a long story short, I decided to launch a dedicated sixth British bands or projects. I had a bald (pretty ugly, lol) when I said that the Beatles White Album is from 1996 when we all know it is 1966 but X, so I recorded it and this will be.

The podcast begins and ends rocker rocker so I come with everything. The next podcast pa'ya promise you ... in a couple of days I come with another, yes, listen to this!

If you want to download the song:

http://www.archive.org/download/El_Podcast_de_Alex_Episodio-6/podcast-06.mp3

If you want to subscribe to the podcast to your favorite music player:

http://www.odeo.com/channels/562193-silentgnome.xml?serial_id=562193-silentgnome

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

What Happens When You Compartmentalize



This blog is moving to a nice designed blog in Wordpress, as it should be!


What Happens When You Compartmentalize



This blog is moving to a nice designed blog in Wordpress, as it should be!


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Lumix Battery First Time Charge

The Asylum: The production company that turns on Sunday Venezuelan TV

No Venezuelan television on Sunday, at least in the public signal channels, where we do not ask, "Who do you think of spending a penny to produce such rubbish?"

The truth is that there is a producer, called The Asylum, which annually produces a huge amount of low-budget films, with actors from the second or others who spent their best years but are currently peeling and grab anything (and going to be little dignity to accept something like that). After

in recent days there has been much talk of "Mega Shark vs. Giant Octupus" the mega production starring Deborah Gibson and Lorenzo Lamas and, at first glance, makes us understand that we face one of the worst wastes that may have been produced:

I found the task of navigating the website of The Asylum and found, not only disgusting original productions, but on the success of other production to launch their flights remakes an example:

And if that's not enough, another example:

So our Sunday millionaires have a reason to be, the source of our enjoyment sunday in the Venezuelan TV have no name, are called: THE ASYLUM.

For more information, visit their website: http://www.theasylum.cc

Lumix Battery First Time Charge

The Asylum: The production company that turns on Sunday Venezuelan TV

No Venezuelan television on Sunday, at least in the public signal channels, where we do not ask, "Who do you think of spending a penny to produce such rubbish?"

The truth is that there is a producer, called The Asylum, which annually produces a huge amount of low-budget films, with actors from the second or others who spent their best years but are currently peeling and grab anything (and going to be little dignity to accept something like that). After

in recent days there has been much talk of "Mega Shark vs. Giant Octupus" the mega production starring Deborah Gibson and Lorenzo Lamas and, at first glance, makes us understand that we face one of the worst wastes that may have been produced:

I found the task of navigating the website of The Asylum and found, not only disgusting original productions, but on the success of other production to launch their flights remakes an example:

And if that's not enough, another example:

So our Sunday millionaires have a reason to be, the source of our enjoyment sunday in the Venezuelan TV have no name, are called: THE ASYLUM.

For more information, visit their website: http://www.theasylum.cc

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Unclogging A Marine Toilet



Part I: Summary of Social Doctrine (Modules 1 to 10)

Part II: Compendium (paragraphs selected major papal documents)

Part III : Social Doctrine in the Catechism

Part IV: Further Reading

Part V: Full text of major papal documents.

_______________

in the sidebar right, entitled ARCHIVE OF BLOG , are the links to quickly find topics of each party.

The full text of the latest social encyclical, "Caritas in Veritate" can be found at:

Unclogging A Marine Toilet



Part I: Summary of Social Doctrine (Modules 1 to 10)

Part II: Compendium (paragraphs selected major papal documents)

Part III : Social Doctrine in the Catechism

Part IV: Further Reading

Part V: Full text of major papal documents.

_______________

in the sidebar right, entitled ARCHIVE OF BLOG , are the links to quickly find topics of each party.

The full text of the latest social encyclical, "Caritas in Veritate" can be found at: