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Princess deer

It was once, ever, much, a man who deals with healing the sick. Since they knew the earth was armed only child of occupation troops found a deserted village, passed by several times and when his luck was over, was seriously injured. She lay on the battlefield two days until he was taken to the doctor. This in seen mashing, shrugged and sewed it back on, how could it well and then take your discharge papers signed. Our man took boceaua with clothes and money for compensation for the injuries acquired and left in the world. After much searching, found a lodge on the edge of a forest that bought it. Since both have enough money to save up one life remaining. Because wounds ached, he began to seek healing plants in the forest and then helped others to put up, thereby gaining the necessary daily life. On a warm day of autumn and took his bag, put some food in it and read on through the forest after the plants. As autumn was more towards the end and the day was not so long to get dark and left in addition to a dense fog, damp cloth. All walking him so, groping through the trees, tripped over a hidden root leaf on the edge of ravines and fell hitting her head on a rock. Only in the morning and came back feeling something wet and cold touched her face. A slightly cracked open an eye and saw leaning over him a deer. Always had met through the forest and injured animals every time they helped as he could but now it was his turn to be helped. Without moving too much, he put his hand into the pouch and pulled out a lump of salt that held him to eat, leaving the palm to roll away from him. Startled deer scared and gave little back but went after smelling salt  printer found when the leaves began to lick it. Taking advantage of the distraction deer, our man sat up and saw that it was covered with leaves that do not freeze overnight. He was so looking at deer salt until it has finished and came back to him and began to gently poke it with your head back and run two or three steps in one direction and pushed him and and ran a few steps. The man quickly realized he wanted to be followed and walked through the forest until they gave her deep in a meadow full of flowers was in the middle of a fountain with water coming out steam. Man undressed and went into the hot water coming from the depths of the earth brings untold powers. After a while he felt better if they had left him sore and youthful strength had returned. Out of the water, got dressed, looked at the deer lying in the grass waiting ....hand in wallet, took the piece of bread that was the bread and sat beside the fountain of gratitude that showed how to relieve the pain. Returned home and saw the things till one morning came the rain brings old wounds and pain. The man who took his bag in, and put some bread in it and went to the spring hidden in the woods and thought to make another bathroom with the water that healed for a wonderful time. Even when out of the trees surrounding the clearing saw you heading for deer as well. He stopped and squatted on the ground that they might not let her scare and a bathroom so she was healing but hard amazed when reaching near water, deer stood on its hind legs,

shook the skin on it lot fell to the ground, remain in place unimaginably beautiful girl

     ................Will follow ....... ........   by Tonko Alexander

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I do not know what you mean! What blog, you ask?

Part of Chapter II of my book

About muses

Lost muse! Who found to wash the head with it ........ Tuesday, 07. April 2009 Time 0:20 I know this is an outdated topic, treated by many users and often but please have mercy on me I can feel differently than you .......... Eventually I have not withstood so many requests and I dropped dead from lack of sleep. I did not sleep much but very deep and quiet, slipping dream was smooth, almost imperceptible, but at one point I felt something inside me break. Did not hurt anything, just in front of me was a lady huge, larger than a block, clad in a white toga. I never like Beauty killed after ancient Greek statues but it must have looked goddesses. Situated at her feet as the necessary bow begged inspiration. No answer! I grabbed the edge boldly togas and pulled several times shouting: - Auntie! Auntie! A little inspiration please! Nothing! Hulk turned and left the earth rang with her steps. Ok so! Yes! Do not give anything! Las' that you see awe of me! ............ Ready! For now I'll write only about topics very real, flesh. Thrill virtual love gives me circling Sunday, January. August 2010 Time 4:08 That I talked of love, I want to tell you that everything you take on Buffalo at Target Cupid, rather it brings about two representatives of the fair sex that confuse and make him dream. First, around the age of 30, with light brown hair, slender, with a face like a cat, my eyes pale transmitted by a high dose of mischief, especially since has thin lips. The second, much younger, with a mane of blond hair and a baby face, I draw the body more robust, more full. Light blue eyes have a look astonished. What can I say ..... that particular pass through places where I might întîlnii although I road there that morning bus would expect the climb and not going in the direction where I just need to profit from the crowds and sink my face their hair ..... I'll stop here, until they become too romantic ..... Let's see which I choose as muse, the inspiration for stories and dreams. I found a new muse! Sunday, August. August 2010 Time 2:24 Much of the time this week I spent choosing new muse. We analyzed the two contenders for the title, I weighed in every way and I chose. Decisive was the frequency with which we met by chance. Here's my new muse: girl with blue blouse Picture taken from afar and without seeing me so I can remain anonymous. Now, I'll be busy are building dreams, fantasy scenarios of a life beside her and with her, to describe my feelings for her and many other thoughts, which I promise I'll read them as soon as they crystallize in my soul . Miss Muse Sunday, 19. September 2010 Time 2:44 I miss my muse! 5 whole days I have not spotted creature nor I felt his presence. I walked all the bezmeticul stasis that passes and I know it. I was hiding behind the tree in front of her building, waiting to come time to leave but the door remained closed. I returned in the evening and waited to return, all shrouded but if not gone, I knew not where I expected to come yet. I miss to see her blond hair fluttering in the wind. I miss seeing them sausages and freckled little nose. I miss to see her blue eyes full of curiosity and light. I miss seeing them gathered in a fleshy lips Botic angry child. I miss seeing them skin smooth, flawless and untouched by the sun. Tonight I waited more than ever, fumînd cigarette, cigarette, hoping that I'll go to bed with her image in mind but did not appear. We know, we talked, we looked only briefly whenever we crossed steps. This does not mean that you will not find in the future of my love and searing silent. But until then maybe you'll find out that the museum can be fired! Spiral destiny Sunday, 26. September 2010 Time 2:44. I was deciding whether to tell the tale but a good friend and loved me in the real world, Aang, convinced me, with much difficulty, to tell you ...... May ....... day of longing balling my muse and behold fate listened and turned tears into grains of hope. Why just last Wednesday, in the afternoon, we went out for daily visits to clients. I stopped at an intersection of streets and started to make phone calls I can determine the route. Suddenly, my muse appears around the corner, and head and she hurried to me talking on the phone. It hides behind me and shows me two dogs that track. We proceed in the direction from which he came, still talking to both phones. We go up to my dogs and I desmeticesc, step increases and disappears from me. I sat and watched stunned enter in the building where he lives, not having a chance to tell him anything. I am comforted, however now I have a reason to go to talk to her or even say hello. There are even unknown to her ......

by Tonko Alexander

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Sin pride ! ( Blog contest)

Created: Thursday, 31. October 2013 Time 0:25. Everyone wants to leave a trace of his passage through life, some choose to have offspring, read more, others choose to do deeds that shall not be forgotten, good deeds or bad, but that talk now, while others need to imperishable trail through artwork. Of the latter I want to do my share, so I started to write a book, what book that is its subject does not matter now, the fact is that I want to stay forever that you think and feel. But while it may continue to be read by as many people so indicated is to be very, very good to have my desired success. Therefore, to achieve this desire, somewhat beyond a normal person, I turned to less conventional sources which libraries and archives digging had learned elsewhere. How and time was propitious juncture that the most powerful energy in the year, I do not choice but to execute what he wrote in a very old parchment photos you intrigued by his story. In short, she could not establish the age of the scientific method is ipregnat several times with blood and at different times. List owners acumdouă made hundreds of years, according to the last holder, ran a couple thousand years. Do not count them for me, I just wanted to be a successful writer, so I gathered the necessary sundown on 31/10/20 ...... I closed my room with express orders not to be disturbed any reason nor between one room, whatever happened. I reached down photocopy the middle of the room, and I drew lines around his text as requested in reciting the incantation. Then I pitched a Penitas I started writing on my skin magic words and signs. Pen tip penetrated deep into leaving meat cuts that blood began to flow. The pain was intense, like I'd patiently skinned but because it was to become the best writer. Before terminsemnele, weakened by pain and loss of blood, I fainted, but it was a loss of consciousness but rather a slip, a leak in which I woke up because the pain caused by wires all that was tied to a chair in front of a table filled with white sheets. I bind all demon grumbled unhappy and angry, pulling wire and supporting a seat back leg until it penetrated my skin and cut the flesh. Writing with pen on skin pain had an appetizer to what now endured. After making sure that I can not move only his right hand, he stuck a tube into a vein end of which terminates in a pen with the pen. The pain that flowed through the tube immediately covered the suffering caused by wires entering the meat, if I pour melted pitch through it. I felt my blood every vessel on fire and the fire gradually included muscles, organs and skin. As if it was not far enough pain, the demon took a saw and started to cut my skull cap. Each movement of the blade increase the suffering I yanked my head that make me feel like a light stroll through me. After the bone cut around, to put sharp claws cut and pulled. I felt the bone snap another explosion of pain as he nearly fainted but a demon inside the palm of my senses returned. I wanted to see and feel how my brain plunging directly into numerous tubes that descend from the ceiling and began to come a viscous black liquid. I immediately felt that I swell and stand to slap like a balloon but as in a dream I heard him telling me - Grab writing! I took my vein connected to the frame and started to fill the sheets in front of me. No matter what I wrote, my head explode writing ideas down on paper with my blood pressure if relieved of pain, and I've been writing increasingly becoming dizzy, until I lost consciousness from lack of blood .. ... When I opened my eyes I was in my room, fell over a lot of paper full of writing, erasures, notations between the lines. I pulled some clothes on, run over coagulated blood that flowed from the words scratched my skin and I went to the computer to transcribe pages filled trance. Never mind that my wife sat beside me with eyes full of tears, that I wonder what's wrong with me, I did a whole day locked in the room, I ignored it completely bent over the keyboard. No not at work I went, I had one thing in mind, to see and understand what I wrote. After two days, during which I slept only a few tens of minutes, and those split with his head on the keyboard, I was surprised to read the first chapter of a novel. It was the most amazing thing I read till then, was fluent style, the subject caught you at the first page, and the characters were excellently portrayed. I immediately wanted more, much more, and without taking into account the family and that there had been three days at work I again closed room full of gratitude that I will be better than all. I reworked the design and incantation after I resumed writing with pen on leather continuation magical words and signs but now the pain had become, it was a cold burn as the body gradually encompassed me until I slipped back to the table full of white sheets . No I have not sobered the chills that shake my body bound with wire and I got the demon hair and lifted my head saying -You lack the blood, you really need blood! I made a victim, you are ready to sacrifice to keep writing? -Yes! I replied without any hesitation, remorse or guilt. My conscience does not exist, all I wanted was the book and its success. The demon pulled a bag beside me struggling human form, took a tube and stuck the victim and the end to put in my mouth said to drink her blood. I pulled strongly and immediately came a wave of blood that I swallowed immediately. There had only two seconds to wait that the need written and published. I took my vein connected to the frame and started bedding down among the paper have not had that drink, or blood in me .... And I woke up in my room, walking in the midst of drawing the chest clutching a stack full of writing and drops of blood. Ignoring all the family begged me to say what I do, take care of me, I copied it into the computer and amazed by the beauty of reading the text of the second chapter. From home I gave out, the family was arguing with me feeling that something was wrong but I shrugged and lock me back into the room asking another demon and another victim. I went so snatch sleeping, eating only when I was on the verge of fainting, waive any communication and when I reached the last chapter I just happened to scribble signs and power to say the incantation. Shipped to my demon, tied to a chair, filled with festering wounds and pain, his voice trembling victim asked what I deserved but nobody was around. In front of me there was an angel of death, wings darker than hell, who untied me and led me to the pile of bags. With trembling hands I opened the first bag and I looked in there was my wife, I went to the next and I opened it I found my son, I went to the next and the next and the next ..... I sacrificed family friends, acquaintances, all that was of any value to me crazy sacrificed my dream to write a book and be the best. Hardened state and private, silent, mount the bags until the death angel took me there and put me back on the table. He plucked a feather from the wing and saw the top of it a drop of blood that left her bare fall on my brain. Immediately I was filled with frenzy and took frame carelessly writing me that he will drain the last drop of blood in my body. When I finished writing and put the final point, my head down on the table and I woke up in my room, but not in body but floating near the ceiling. I looked at my body collapsed in the middle of drawing, clutching at his chest last sheet covered with cuts and bleeding signs, now dry and filled with white worms, crawling, because the house was empty and thick dust and cobwebs covered everything. while I thought that I would be found by someone in a later, and that will take up the book, a whirlwind of fire lighting the began to absorb everything around me and bringing them back into the seat of punishment . Demon tied with barbed wire me this time and began to gather when I felt myself falling through and devour the whole, muscles, organs ... Watched serenely as meat from wire perceptibly heal, only regret was the best book ever brain was destroyed, and this was my punishment, to feel again and again endlessly durerileînfiorătoare ..... by Tonko Alexander

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Pacatul trufiei

CONTEST !!!!

CONTEST TIME!: Fancy a print and a personal message from me to you in one of my photoshoots? SHARE any of the images I will upload from now on until I reach 10,000 and you will be part of the contest (make sure your post is public, not private.) Calamity Amelie by Josefine Jonsson photography & retouch

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Unicorns and bunnies are too afraid on Halloween :) Me and Kelly Eden being silly at Anastasia BeverlyHills Halloween party :)

CONTEST! CONTEST! CONTEST! CONTEST!

There's a feast of fear, a dread ..... supernatural: Halloween!   I know it is a celebration of us, Romina, it is imported as a reason for shopping, sales and parties. Who is interested it can be documented at

In conclusion, not long introduction .....

I challenge you to a contest of creation stories! I wonder who is the best??

  And now the rules - Anyone can participate - even if you do not have account here, please tell your friends and send me mail your story on FB, Google+ or anywhere you have me as a friend so that I can put it here .

- Blogs will be posted from Monday, 10.29.2013 00.00 and will close the contest on 10.31.2013 at 23.59. - There will be prizes!! Only the title of the best most creative more ...... rattling! - I'll be jury will choose the winner taking into account the style, subject, idea ... etc.. I wish you luck!

Someone had been watching Queen of the damned. XD

Self-portrait^^ - https://www.facebook.com/josefinejonsson.photography

Ophelia Overdose 

Grimes - Crystal Ball (Live from a Mexico City rooftop) 

This is so beautiful. And she is so pretty!

I've been published!

A story was published. It is the first time I see my name in a magazine. I hope to work further. Pocestea can be found on page 48.

http://issuu.com/mallynna/docs/numarul_6

Translated story you can read here

http://bizonul1960.deviantart.com/journal/The-key-343030633

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Preparing for winter

Making tomato juice

For a few moments I had the impression of being in a horror movie all seemed blood ....

New home and new big windows - yes! testing them out with a self-portraiture.

Josefine Jönsson https://www.facebook.com/josefinejonsson.photography

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painting on glass

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painting on glass

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So I look in the morning......