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Have you ever spent aNy time in gorgeous Dublín? i Haven’t ,but I d Love to go. I’ve read so many Irish writers that

Posted By Liliana On 11.11.2012 @ 12:06 pm

I love decorations especially the o es that you can make your self I love decorations that are colorful like pink, blue, and red .

Posted By liliana On 07.16.2012 @ 10:12 pm

The moon was full. He saw it and realized, “Oh no!” he said. Now this isn’t the type of cliche story where the moon is full and he turns into a werewolf. It’s nothing like that. But believe me something does happen.

Posted By liliana On 05.27.2012 @ 9:24 pm

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Posted By Liliana On 04.19.2012 @ 8:43 am

people racing or a car race or like a indy 500 type thin giwth alot of poeple drinking and yelling and cheering and going crazy or like a horse race with ladies with big hats and poeple betting money on a cer

Posted By liliana On 09.14.2011 @ 7:27 am

i love my crew. my crew is so cool, they make me laugh. i can trust them and count on them. they’re real and have jokes. my crew is better then your crew.

Posted By Liliana On 05.09.2011 @ 6:32 pm

its a place where i can keep the books, the place that reflects what people read. i enter a room and see the bookshelf and I am intrigued and magnetized. i want to see and read the books that are in the bookshelf and wo

Posted By liliana On 04.11.2011 @ 4:15 pm

ola isto é muito engraçado esta aula é uma seca e estou quase a dormir estiu mesm

Posted By liliana On 03.19.2011 @ 5:45 am

a magic wand will do the work, you don’t have to kill them. the magic wand will help you.

Posted By liliana On 03.14.2011 @ 9:58 am

Nun. Non, I don’t speak much latin, but nun sounds like non. Reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, or Midsummers’ night dream – kinda a dreary existance. I’d be a terrible nun. I’d try to lay people, probably.

Posted By Liliana On 08.01.2010 @ 4:09 pm

A bedroom, which I dreamed up, or the fat lady who kept me on her lap, and was going to eat me – I would’ve been happy as clams. You know, before people eat them.

Posted By Liliana On 07.31.2010 @ 6:13 pm

I’ve been walking miles in these heels. I feel like I’ve lived for miles and miles, but they tell me I’m barely grown-up; how much longer is there? Will I ever be loved, or tough luck – die alone?

Posted By Liliana On 07.31.2010 @ 9:15 am

Strung strings, the top one twanged; but I always hated the sound of this lady. My guitar can cry

Posted By Liliana On 07.26.2010 @ 12:41 pm

Half ‘n half creamer, swirling like a maze in my Waffle House coffee – my dad ordered.

Posted By Liliana On 07.25.2010 @ 7:42 pm

A puzzle, when you find the piece that fits perfectly into that blue abyss, right above the puppy. Beneath the yellow balloon; that tiny portion is complete, that blue space. That yellow spot.

Posted By Liliana On 07.24.2010 @ 8:08 pm

I was pleased when I bought a new shirt and took it home; the screen printing looked so fine and colorful, not faded like it will be after a few washes; it smelled soft and crisply of my mother’s perfume.

Posted By Liliana On 07.14.2010 @ 5:38 pm

Key. Door. Closed. Someone I can’t connect with. Unwillingly doesn’t want to let me in, sometimes willingly. We don’t know where the key is. He doesn’t want to look for it, while I still do. Why won’t you let me in? I can’t hurt you.

Posted By Liliana On 01.29.2009 @ 7:26 pm

no idea of that

Posted By liliana On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

I don’t like when I bite into a fruit and my teeth smash against its pit. I want only sweet juicy fruit, but instead I get a touch object that doesn’t taste good. I wish I could make all my favorite fruits pitless, that would make me very happy. Except then it would be impossible to plant them, and that would be horrible.

Posted By Liliana On 08.29.2009 @ 9:28 pm

There is much evidence that the president of the United States had a close contact with Osama Bean Laden before 911. First of all because htey sold guns to Afghanistan.

Posted By Liliana On 10.02.2008 @ 2:21 pm

I held onto my last breath as the ship that I watched the ship I spend my life savings on sink in front of my water filled eyes. Bubbles surrounded me, in a panic frenzy I used all my effort to pull myself to the surface.

Posted By Liliana On 01.16.2010 @ 8:09 pm