Strange and savage journeys into the written word. Memory of a Party Girl. The same things that dragged her under, tempted her back up again. Though tortured by their skilled caresses, her face split from ear to ear. Prettiness cracked in two; wide smile lips, red blood make-up, concealing jagged teeth, made brutal for the love that lingered. The Last Refuge of a Liar.

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Espacio para compratir energía, ideas y sentimientos que contribuyan al desarrollo de una red de emprendedores, líderes y empresarios interesados en el Desarrollo Productivo y Humano. Miércoles, 24 de febrero de 2010. Hace tiempo atras que estoy convencido que los seres humanos podemos alcanzar el éxito, ser tan felices como querramos, lograr superaciones impresionantes y con todo esto lograr la autorealizacion.

This is my sanctuary, this is where I keep my soul -. Sunday, January 22, 2012. Kayle and Fate, Part 1. sowwy! She gave a sigh and leaned backwards into her chair; the war was raging but the uncertainty which this battle had brought with it, would not give her rest. Her men were ready at her command, yet they had heard no word from the enemy lines yet, what were they waiting for? Kayle, my Lady, come, sit! Some .