Saturday, January 26, 2008

Heat Stress More Condition_symptoms

Reproduction of the noise and love fintezza

I am convinced that when winter comes, my brain is braking. It depends on the winters, but there are cases in which the brake can also be abrupt. And the least thing that I put myself in the head is not being able to pull out of the thoughts the same as those of the summer. Then the other day, and with a bit of a surprise since it thought the winter, I got this idea to split the walls of what was to scream. A bit annoys me tell you why I have not patented, but can not resist. In practice, I had the idea to build a stage set of sounds, sounds like summer to play the typical day of a summer day. So I downloaded by Internet rumors that I did not think even existed on the Internet. Noises like the casinos that cicadas in summer, or the casinos that the frogs in the summer, or stripped of the south wind load of sand from the pine needles of the pine trees standing here outside my house, and, in short all sounds so, to this effect. Then, here in the computer's speakers, I put the crickets in the great stereo speakers, I put the frogs in those of the small stereo, the birds in the morning (such as sparrows, finches ...), I put in the vaults of television the wind, I put the mp3 player in river water. Then I turned up the heat and got in short sleeves. And my cats, when they have heard all of these stimuli sound, have placed themselves at attention and have rubbed my eyes because they do not stand up to the finches. As an artificial paradise that has also come, but my head must have sensed the deception because it produced a single thought that it was not even a girlfriend. It was a thought on fintezza love. The other day a friend of mine told me to be almost in love with a girl from Romania and I naturally I came to warn him about fintezza love. Only he, who has a functioning brain even in the cold months, decided to not listen to me and his love of life as it was. In fact, in the end, I was ashamed of my racism sentimental but I told that was not my fault, but the cold.

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