Это совершенно другая реальность, плоскость и пласт. Это реальность, на которую я смотрю огромными круглыми глазами. я её не понимаю, но меня тащит, прёт и сносит. она существует только сейчас: будущего нет. и полное безволие.
Свох фоток нормального качества пока нет - извините. Если нужно хреновое качество - есть в моем ЖЖ :) Вот уже почти 2 недели езжу на данном чуде итальянской промышленности. Некоторые сообщники просили иногда рассказывать о впечатлениях - вот, делюсь... Пробег уже перешагнул за 1100 км, обкатка пройдена, начинаю иногда давать турбине раскрутиться. Вообщем, машина очень хороша. Быстра, ...
...explain this to him? Perhaps, being his first time and all, the Meitoumei he created had been rather weak. But he certainly hadn't expected to encounter such power. Gathering and converting the energy of emotion should've been easy. After all, light, in its very nature, was supposed to be vulnerable, right? That certainly hadn't been. Whatever the little bear possessed in that torn-up bag of his,...
... together before falling asleep, murmuring things into House's ear that House would have made fun of anyone for saying if it hadn't been Wilson. He could have stopped Wilson if he'd really tried. But he didn't. He succumbed to Wilson. Because he wanted it so bad. Needed it so bad. Now though his haze of sadness and anger one emotion kept bubbling up as he limped from the room. Remorse.
..., are transported back to primeval states and make corresponding primitive noises - the ones that only otherwise come about in states of ecstasy or pain. We assume control over this intensity of resonant emotion by physically restraining the being and holding it tight, or fighting our urge to do so. This concept of 'cuteness' is coined for this body-conscious state of being unable to welcome and ...
...thing anyone has ever said about this 'verse? Yes, all those things, I'm saying too. I can't begin to come up with my own thoughts and comments right now - I'm too full of feeling and emotion. This fic had sooo much, everything from laughter and joy to pain and heartache to sex and heat to family and friends. And it all comes together so perfectly and smoothly. I stayed up way past my bedtime to ...
...to face with the house staff that remained with him all these years, smiles on their faces. In that instant, he knew. They had done this. All of them. If he had been inclined to displays of emotion, he was almost certain that he would have broken into tears. "Merry Christmas, Mister Birch," they said in unison as one of them, a man, moved forward to present him with his mother's beloved angel for...
... tip of the tanto that was given to him for his fifteenth birthday by his father. An ugly shriek leaped out of the man’s mouth. Jaejoong liked the blood off the prized knife and enjoyed the priceless emotion played on his prey’s face. “You call yourself a yakuza when you can’t even keep your trap shut during interrogation? You’re pathetic.” Jaejoong spat at him. “And you’re a pathetic excuse for...
