Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Side Effects Of Leptospirosis Canine Vaccine



It is on my desk piles of paper
An inkwell dry, dull feathers, a candelabrum
death and smeared with soot, and empty bottles
ripped through the night.

I wandered into this scene naive and pathetic,
Cursing the white sheets piled
And the virginity of my hand timid, trembling
Who caressing the idea of a feeling.

And yet I dreamed that night of debauchery,
excess and opulence, of passionate letters.
But tonight my wrist was still left
And nothing came defile the innocent papers.

It is in my mind so many words and ideas
Feelings also smothered and die.
Like everything sounds good! I would tell them to you ... But I remain silent
and I shudder to write.

In the delirium of silly my sleep troubled
I take the pen yet and I blacked out pages,
sonnets where your name is wonderful rhyme, bright letters
And when I praise your face.

But in the morning the lines were erased,
And the reason my poor censorship arabesques.
I see the ridiculousness of my ideas grotesque
And I give birth to a new masterpiece stillborn.

man than I am, whenever I open my eyes,
judge me, condemn me to a shameful fate.
Your eyes should read these words I dreamed, but my clumsy fingers
not know the plot. When


on paper, feverish, I venture,
soon accumulate and red sticker. On
feeling gracious I botched the portrait, and my
banalities in corrupt lines.

So for you my angel I compromise myself,
I put in my heart my honor outdated
And I publish this to lack of height,
Because silence kills me more than my mistakes.

These legendary love the morning abortive
My eyes, my hands, my body will tell you them, eloquent lover
And I try to be
Te will forget the absence of my letters.

It would take a genius to fulfill my task,
And you deserve it, but my talent is loose.
I have no genius to tell you about us, I'm
lover but a lover crazy.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Pokemon Trainer Clothes - Stores



AESTHETIC SURGERY

Recently I saw in the magazine Health on France 5 a story that shocked me:
A lady was sorry to see that his lips fell slightly. She could not bear to see her face and wanted to have surgery! This woman must have money to throw around. Surgeons have good reason to enjoy the stupidity of this kind of person! Fortunately
Social Security does not pay any what ...

The two presenters of this magazine they have forgotten the two heartbreaking stories of Pascal and Jerome both men face transplant?
Their faces were badly distorted by huge tumors caused by neurofibromatosis.
They were made free. In France we have a very good health system makes this possible!

I invite you to view a beautiful story called "My new brand face "
is the story of Maurice Simpson, a man carrying a neurofibromatosis. Since his childhood, he has staged numerous times on the operating table. He decided to undergo a very risky operation that will change her face.

Maurice worked very hard in a restaurant. He coached a basketball team. His wife is lovely. He is father of 4 children. With courage, he fought the disease as if it did not exist.

Before going to the hospital, he meets with Reggie Bibb. Their meeting me bouleversée.Petite funny story that day was Reggie wearing a beret. (I thought I recognized my gift) This covers her head is fine. His friend Lou is right to say that my friend is a French frenchy!
It felt good to smile. The images of this video are unsustainable!

Now he has new face thanks to a generous donor anonyme.Les surgeons have done a fabulous job! Americans are not lucky enough to have medical coverage as is the case in France.
Do not count on me for me to tell you everything. Watch the story. Thou shalt know two men I admire and respect deeply.

"My Brand New Face" from AdGiant we Vimeo.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Neosynephrine In Cats

at this time is where you come home?

For breakfast Gregory, whose father came home a little late the other night.

23:30. In an empty house in a deep armchair, a young man's eyes follow the hands of the clock. He wears the shoes of his father, and holds a cigar between his fingers off. On the table, the decanter which sleeps an old whiskey diffuse amber highlights. At his feet his dog asleep under the table.
To pass the time he likes to reverse the scene. The dog smoking a cigar, slippers for feet, and her ball under the table, gnawing a bone. It may be try later when the carafe is empty. Meanwhile he squirms nervously cigars, inhaling her scent, rejecting a nervous sigh. It may grate a match, the approach of the cigar and change its mind and look at the flame extinguished by burning his fingers.

23:45. The door opened timidly. At this low noise, the eyes of son s'écarquillent. He does not move the chair provided. The father enters quietly, trying not to get noticed. He runs behind his son, who turns his back in his chair, hoping that he dozed off. He sets the chair of the gaze across the room, along the back wall. A few meters further separate him from his bedroom door. Then he extends his arm toward the handle, a stern voice was heard behind the chair.

- Dad!
- Um ... Yes?
- It at this time where you come home? And you thought that plus I do not realize it?
- I do it often, and most of the time you realize not consider ...
- What do you think Daddy, what you think!
- What difference does it make anyway? You to sleep or not I would be back at the same time.
- This is the value you give to my nights of worry? This is my reward? The indifference, ingratitude? You know Dad, twenty years the sleepless nights are no more pleasant than fifty.
- You're still more driven than me ... you're not last party!
- I seem to make whoopee there? You're confusing the sleepless nights and insomnia ... at your age you should make a difference!
- Ben then sorry. I'll go to bed I'm really tired. These days were a bit demented.
- Not so fast my friend. Take time to sit down, I'd be happy to offer you a drink. This deserves a little break after no?
- I'm really not anxious now ... I still feel dizzy.
- I do not force you to drink Dad. But you and me we need to talk a little.
- Leash I go to sleep now ...
- You think only your comfort! Under the pretext that you spent 50 years you think you any permit, you think you have the right to leave like that without warning?
- I'm a kid either ...
- You're still under our roof dad, and you have homework. And I remind you that it's me again who pays your pension, and it's going to be like this for the next 40 years at least. So were you I would not zeal. And without your excess in the '70s we might not be there financially. So the least recognition it might be to be present for us. A little longer.
- But the father's neighbor, he is long gone, and he's younger than me!
- Yes the father's neighbor! Talk about an example. If you take example on guys like him you will not go away!
- It's not just him in the bike club there are plenty who spend their time away from home, and this year alone there are 2 that are still parties. And their wives and children they leave them alone.
- A band that alcolos picolent even more than I talk about a model! That's what makes you dream? Necessary to change references Dad. I'll have people just visiting me. And appreciate life.
- Even my father at my age he was already gone first.
- Oh yeah? It was 30 years ago. I believe that times have changed since then.
- Times are always changing in the direction that suits you ...
- And your mother?
- The language of lunch ... I do not believe
- Do not answer like that to your son! And your mother and yourself, it would make you happy can be when he left like that for so long? And you did not hear ... And it ended up breaking, and it is not income ... You do not remember the evening vigil to wait any news? Is that what you wish for your son now?
- It's like that is the past, we will change nothing. What's the point of reused old stories like that? It's pathetic.
- But history repeats itself constantly. Human life always has the same mouth. The same principle, the same end ... But why repeat the same shit?
- is not conn ...
- And I'll say anything to my neighbor's son? It's been 15 years that I balance my dad is a superhero, that is nothing compared to hers ... It will make me pass for a big mythology in the neighborhood if you going to break you like that, and if you disappear overnight.
- Yeah it's a real problem ... but my boy was not telling them to salads snotty opposite either.
- The worst is that I hardly had to tell him to make him believe that you were a superhero ...
- Yeah but his father is a scoundrel ... obviously it was easier
- Her father was a scoundrel, but if you continue like this you'll soon make it to the competition!
- Yes well it is still there! That's life too! Becaufe it is not just absent one is a loser. It happens to everyone.
- No one is immune from stupidity. You got the right to plant, and I have the right to yell too. What is good and the papers there, one more call?
- No son, that my results
- Your results? Let's see. I'm almost afraid to look now ... If it was brilliant you would not have stayed so long there.
- Well look, you see. Either way you look or not the results be the same.
- Oh yeah? Maybe if I look at the envelope further 20 minutes with a grunt, the results will not improve? You did that with my ballot
note ... - Yes ... effectiveness was limited in general ...
- Okay so I'm going. Anyway the point where we are.

The son opened the envelope with a sigh, his hand on the forehead, with a dramatic exaggeration. His caricature he makes his speech to conceal his real concern, and hand wipes the drops running down his temples. His eyes roam wildly black lines. He puts the paper on the coffee table, sighs, looks up at his father.

- Well, I expected worse Dad. It is getting better compared to last time right?
- Ben was told to continue my efforts. It is not good ... but top
- Yes I can see it thank you, you will not even honor roll ... you reconvened next week?
- Yes I return with the department head this time.
- I hope you will take charge of it ... there are so many who have tried. You're a terrible you know!
- Well it seems to have a lot of hope for my case ...
- May their hopes be realized ... I'm rather proud of you all in case Dad you made efforts.
He closes the envelope and went to his father.
- I leave the store with the rest of your medical records ... I hope this is one of the last I read.
- Well I hope so, but you know there will be others. And I have to leave. And longer and more often ...
- Yes, finally for this kind of crap the later the better. What is so great out there for everyone to finish? Tell me I'm interested! I hope at least that you take your foot while I am the blood of ink in my chair! Tell me what gives you the low that you do not here!
- Ben
... not much - is that the products you spin? I hope you take no dangerous stuff ... what do they pass on to you people out there? There is so much crap that circulate in hospitals ... You look at what they spin you eh?
- No te son bile not they know what they give me ...
- Oh yeah? Then you glide well over there? You guts right? That's why you there go back?
- Sometimes it's not bad but ...
- That girls can be? They send you is sexy nurses that? I was sure ... It's nurses in short skirts that make you injections of morphine. What do you want me to do it against me ...
- Not only that ...
- Note says that's pretty cool as cancer, I'll be finding me. You take me next time?
- Nan but you do not have anything at all, at any age!
- What do you mean there is an age to be connected?
- Well I think yes. And five minutes ago you told me it was better not to repeat the ancient bullshit ... So it might be better if you stay a little wiser. If everyone loses it at the same time here, Mom will probably not appreciate ...
- Sure ... other hand, it is she who has set an example ... It was she who mucked first.
- So you see I had a good example in the eyes!
- Nan nan Dad you will not get you out that way. You know very well that it is a party when Mom told you nicely to fuck him peace for a very long time, and join as late as possible. Yes, you followed her everywhere but over there you can leave her alone, she has everything she wants on the spot.
- Yeah but I miss ...
- Do not worry, she will stay over there super long time, even if you waiting 20 years to join you'll have a beautiful stretch of eternity to share with her. Relativize some what. You're not the center of the world. Damn, why must you be so impatient for your age?
- We do what we can sonny, everyone does what he can. In life you need to know basis, and must also know how to leave.
- should also think about those who remain ...
- You think I enjoy letting you there? When you were a kid it made me a huge hangover in the morning to let you go to work. Have to say that made choices that did its best, and that for the rest, there was no choice. So when you have no choice we have nothing to regret ... There is no reason to be angry ...
- Oh yes, there are plenty of reasons! Actually no, there can be no reason, but I could not care less! In November the weather is rotten, and night falls faster. It's every year, irremediable, that's life. Yet this shit seriously, and we complain, and we stick together and we will keep you warm until spring ... So yes, I complain that it is autumn and I'm entitled!
- It con, but I'm rather pleased that you detest it ... it means we have at least had a good summer together. It would be sad if we could leave the past behind you like that, without it we lack a little.
- Easy for you to say you've still got the blood drenched psychotropic Me too ... if I had nurses in short skirts to take my temperature, and drug self-service, I have positive thoughts about the disease!
- wait a little son ... The strong painkillers are one of the few privileges of the sick and old! So it leaves them a few years. Glad you sex. I assure morphine is not much better. You have everything else. You're beautiful, strong, smart, not two like idiot ...
- I have a father who made the 400 blows at the hospital, that goes without warning, and returns more later, and whose the results are even more than poor ...
- Yes, but tonight he came home. So why spend that time to take the lead?
- You're right. We should instead celebrate it ...
- Voila! Come share a little of my whiskey do you?
- Haha! No Dad, you, you go to bed now! You need rest, you're growing.

The father sighs and turns on his heels, shoulders low. He returned to his room, muttering ...

- Couillon!
- I distinctly heard Dad! .