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10 THEMES

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no face	season	sky	split	vibrant

CATEGORY: Negative Space

1	2	3	4	5

5 ARTIST'S CHOICE

1	2	3	4	5

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public communication but what is it?

and above. It 'important to be acquainted with?
probably yes, at least according to Luhmann or Bentham Bentham or even no, he used to theorize mostly on advertising and its importance Luhmann but here we take him and his views on the issues. which have nothing to do with politics.
oh.
a genius, sir. a genius.
because it takes time to understand that we are less caught up in that nasty stuff that is the policy better live?
not know about you, but to me it seems so simple and clear.
people should discuss the real problems of society, what is important for the survival of the same and not worry about the latest bullshit that made by political rather than another.
but when we understand this?
ever, because I believe that people have within them a desire and even unheard of not too undisguised to show off and revel in the stories of those on display for one reason or another we must stand.
Well that's not how you find your way to happiness, I'm also learning that I try to fight with the party that tends to "glitter" of myself.
Well now I really do away with the nonsense and terribly bourgeois.
I end up studying, that tomorrow's public communication and I still mica I understood why it is so important.

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mica

if it really will I be somebody one day, but I like to think so. and then if I have to be honest, there's nothing wrong with turning a bit 'eyes and try to look away, but not that much, beyond what appears in front of me.
exam Monday and I think I can do it. I even do it. I live in London in a week that will change everything.
eleonora grows.
we got to the end.
just thought as a child, just stupid, enough games and stories. Eleanor lives and makes for really, it does so with all five senses.
breathes moves laughs and prays and does so with a different atmosphere, it does so as a woman.
eleonora is now here to fight with the last vestiges of a life that has been pasted below the skin, but it is liberating and wonderful will emerge.

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know me for me

pray for me and for a chance to succeed. Please listen to me, yes, but anyone? I do not know why I really do not know anything and maybe I should not have to listen to those who really want to save me.
save them. but from what? probably by myself, because if anyone is doing anything to hinder my future success, well that someone it's me.
I do not study, I think that anything to him except what he is able to throw a lifeline, I who have big dreams but half measures to achieve them. I write and cry and close my eyes and imagine and laugh and I'm fine, and then inevitably feel bad when things around me is not nothing that populates the back of my eyelids.
I pray for those around me and never having to see them appear on the face of disappointment or worse, a smile that never pity.
and pray for those I meet. I hope that we see beyond what is given to the eye.
and pray again for me to finish.
because who knows where I'll be here in 10 years. maybe happy, maybe depressed, maybe realized, perhaps frustrated.
perhaps I started to live or maybe I'm still waiting.
waiting for someone. waiting for something. Something
.
already, but what?
do not know. and not know it destroys me.

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dahliaxxx @ 2010-09-24T23: 59:00

Per dimostrare che, giustamente, nè io nè Alice ( avvelenata  ) siamo completamente alienate,
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Rootless Tree

Title: Rootless Tree
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Bobby
Rating:
G Warnings: Spoiler for the first 10 episodes of season 5.
Warning: Angst.
Disclaimer: As usual: I do not own show or cast, and everything is just a little different.
Word Count: 395
Prompt: Alcoholism for bingo_italia
Notes: Title and the cut to be Damien Rice.
Thanks: At my sensual companion sclera poisoned .

Measure the time in the running of whiskey.
The drops that fall into the glass as the clock hit midnight, which marks while the reflections of the glass is tinged with the warm honey-colored alcohol.
The burning will go down in the throat starting to loosen the knots that curb mixing the bitter taste the memories of your tongue to bitter memories of a hunter.
In a flurry of screams, gunshots, the smell of gunpowder and burning funeral will pass in front of a full life, it looks like you had never seen a moment because everything is too chaotic to suffer, to enjoy it too fast and too far from what you are now to believe I lived.
invalid.
That's the words that no one has the courage to say in front of you but when you recognize the face of Dean contracts to hide a grimace of disappointment while speaking to resume the hunt and when Sam watches your every move with apprehension. Forced
in that chair, moving with difficulty because the weight of years behind him you understand that your life is fading slowly creaking on transpose of that as well as the firmness of those who spent too many to believe that the end had the ' appearance of a chair to a wheelchair.
Again, the cap of the bottle rolls on the table.
ends up slowly, perhaps?
How many years will pass before you destroy any link to your old life?
not have any more.
We are only two people they groped to put together the pieces and hide the cracks that will widen the soul; continue to remind you what not do more but it is unfortunately part of all that you and the only thing you can be.
That'll keep the show up until you serve them, hoping to make up a better view of what you have been granted. When
remains alone in the dark hall, haunted by the hum of the television come to wish for any purpose and if I had the courage, a bit more than what you use every day to get out of bed would you do it yourself but you feel have not only lost his legs in this bloody mayhem and that is how you realized that, at least, from the liquor cabinet position seems much closer.

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That Joke Is not Funny Anymore

Title: That Joke Is not Funny Anymore
Fandom: Watchmen
characters: The Comedian
Rating: Pg13
Warnings: Spoiler (for those who have not seen the movie, of course)
Warning: descriptions of scenes not acclimatized in a Victorian tea room .
Disclaimer: absolutely do not have neither the comic nor the movie (Okay so ALICE?). We gain nothing (or rather, my reputation we lost) and it's all fun for a while.
Word Count: 303
Prompt: Injuries to bingo_italia
Notes: The song I used for the title and the verses is by The Smiths . The banner is my caps and I do not remember where I got it!
Thanks: In theory this would be a gift for my beloved poisoned who so loved this movie and the character of the Comedian that is, moreover, is ; even that much cooler than Jeff.

But That Joke Is not Funny Anymore
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
It's too close to home

The sharp sound of the chest that goes into a thousand pieces against the asphalt has the same sound of a wooden box thrown to the ground with violence, a slight crunch and crack the ribs just before imploding with a sound scary.
E 'a roar that makes you beat your ears flooded with blood and you can hear so clearly that no doubt is the only memory I will take you to the grave.
You seem to see beyond the veil that we are slipping over his eyes.
are heavy helicopters flying over you head in compact formation, you see them coming when the whistle before the explosion of light left in the rice fields.
The heart lurches at you from frantic as the wings of a bird in a cage and that's where you feel it.
you shake to the rhythm deep inside of the blades of helicopters from the war, struggles with more violence when the flamethrower you hold tight heats the air and the smell of burnt flesh mix with those sweet plant, attacking the brain.
The water moves and sticky red around her ankles when another body is turned off.
fire again. Still
noise.
still human remains on the water that fall as snow.
dozens of bodies are those which are used to fill the hole that you open the chest, whole or in pieces does not matter because you just need to grasp the last moment of life is to do in tuo.Ed last moment of your life that the abyss you have inside you to shoot out of densification along with broken bones in the dirty sidewalks of a city that reeks of death in Vietnam.
Last night a comedian died in New York.

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Where the story ends,

Title: Where The Story Ends
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Crowley, Dean
Rating:
G Warnings: Spoiler 4x16 (On the head of a pin)
Warning: None in particular, a little blood.
Disclaimer: I have neither the show nor the actors, but I'm working.
Word Count: 1784
Prompt: challenge for the Cowardly bingo_italia
Notes: Quote from Shakespeare in the cut and translated at the end of the fic. I was inspired by the speech of Hamlet that I mentioned two verses and I chose the most cowardly character, at least ideally, with the bravest. (No, really, not because I like a lot together. Not for that, imagine!)
Thanks: Still she poisoned that continues to My bear these horrors, although I know it will only be for retaliation future. Horrible person \u0026lt;3

The bedsprings creaked when the body of Dean we gave up on heavily, with a rattle and buried his face in the pillow, clenching his teeth and holding his leg that was bleeding.
The shortness of breath forced him to turn around to bring the injured leg on the bed, leaving the other dangling over the mattress.
He caught his breath slowly trying to control the excess of cold chills that shook him but also the rise and fall of the chest caused him extreme pain and had to stoically endure the pain until you have enough energy to say clearly few words:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're a son of a bitch! >>
The sentence, cut short by grief and anger, however, came at the recipient, who was examining the room with a disgusted look.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh, man, you really know how to insult a demon. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Crowley I swear I'll blow ...>>
A sudden leg cramp forced him to rest while Dean Crowley is our clothing rumpled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Take a breath and try to calm down, you do not a good wax. I could almost see you tonight ... unpleasant>> A sneer curled the lips \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Who you kidding? Everybody knows that you're my favorite! And I hear there is someone else who would like to take a ride on the ...>> He concluded by indicating the body of Dean. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Cheer up, honey! You're still alive! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I hope not for long>> gasped the elder Winchester to hold back a groan.
The wound was opened for almost the entire length of the thigh, because of the copious bleeding was impossible to realize how deep it was but it had to be enough to have touched the muscle continued to contract more and more painful but at least, it was said Dean, was so certain that she would not have lost the use.
Maybe he would die in pain but he would be buried with both legs.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Where the hell is Sam? >> Dean hissed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Where you left it: by Bobby. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Call! Bring it here! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What! Our date is already over? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stop it! Give me a hand bled to death before he dies! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You seem to be your angel, by any chance? >>
something between a curse and a cry burst from the lips of Dean before fainting.

Upon awakening, if not the past, when the pain had subsided enough for him to sit up leaning back against the wall. He looked
around still confused and gripped by nausea that caused the headache on the edge of the bed, complete with black and hateful bored expression, was comfortably semidisteso Crowley who greeted him without casting a look:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I thought I'd have to kiss to make you open your eyes>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Would you like to ...>> with Dean mumbled thickly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I believe to be desired as a means Heaven has given you in the head ...>> The glanced enjoyed before straightening.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want to go back to Bobby. Hurry up or is the good time that I return you to hell kick your ass. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quiet, I'm not going to stay in there more in need but I can not take you anywhere for now. >>
Dean stared at him, weighing up the possibility that this was a plan to kill him or if the Demon had a good reason to keep it there. Surely
view of a demon, he thought, the reason is precisely that of kill him and then got ready for the worst.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; We are following, from yesterday. Do not believe I scared, right? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Curse ...>>
The memory of the night before Dean violently attacked and saw clearly the moment when the knife of a demon had entered the flesh.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A few hours to calm the waters and we come out of this dump. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A few hours to calm the waters? You mean I can use for a few hours as a human shield! >> He said Dean irritated \u0026lt;\u0026lt; You disappeared in the middle of the hunt! I was almost killed because of you! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm back to take ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;just to avoid that said ERI STATE TO GIVE YOU THE COVO! >> Dean shouted angry feeling the drops of cold sweat his forehead.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I've taken care of. You are not life threatening, stop the whining! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;have let me KILL! >>
Crowley's face contracted in a grimace, holding off the anger barely concealed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I do not know who you have mistaken me, boy you got it right but maybe not ...>> He walked a few inches from the face of Dean \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I di Non. Your Il.. Fuck. Di. Angelo. Understood? >> eyes became completely blacks, fixed on those of Dean. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Now ...>> said, taking the first position and the usual ironic \u0026lt;\u0026lt; let's give us a regulated, we have time to spend together. Ideas? >> Churches looking Dean eloquently, yet gently dropped on the bed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Damn ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let's hope not too soon for the good of both. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now you care for me? >>
Crowley grinned in response.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'re my insurance, honey. Do you think you would let something bad happen? >>
Dean raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to answer, when the daemon ended \u0026lt;\u0026lt; I mean really bad ...>>
impatience for Puffing Dean closed his eyes, trying to dispel the discomfort that the weakness was the arranging, the cold had crept in the bones causing shortness of breath while shaking violently forced him to air at the bottom.
Hunting with a demon was not a great idea but during the apocalypse then there was plenty to choose from as to allies and we did what we could to get the can. However
Dean had to admit that Crowley trust enough not to check his information was dangerous and stupid besides that his leg torn to pieces was a very low price for not having listened to the distrust of Sam.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;More than yourself you should blame your hero complex>>
Dean pointed look at him, visibly irritated by the intrusion of his thoughts.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E ' necessary that you keep talking to me? >> Churches settling the pillows behind his back.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I just wanted to let you see what the problem is>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; The problem is that there are a slimy son of a bitch? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are more of an idiot who goes around with a sign "Kill me" on the back ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Coward. >>
Dean hissed the word through gritted teeth, aware that it was not something I could understand but a demon Crowley seemed impressed enough to ask him a scowl.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Words! You pathetic meat sacks do not know more than any other and blame behind trincerarvici be for what you are! You give me a coward? >> Churches seriously.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes Bobby Neither Sam nor I nor anyone else I know would have left during a hunt.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And you? You, Dean Winchester, have you left someone? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Never! >>
Crowley stared long and let the silence convince him to remember.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... ... Mai voluntarily ... >> Dean conceded with a grin.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; This then makes you better than me? Being forced to run away does not make the flight better, just shows you what really is not much! You can not decide when to leave and not get the courage to save someone but circumstances! There are always circumstances for people like you!
It 'been the case to make you a hero but if I were honest I would not call someone else a coward ...>>
Dean was silent for a moment, staring at the demon for the first time had taken no expression irony and continued to stare with a look indecipherable.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; E 'useless to try one of your tricks with me.
I did a lot of crap in my life but I've never left someone to die in a room full of demons. No, not that. >>
Crowley smiled coldly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; that's what has impressed Alastair! I understand that hell your pride has been difficult to fold but still ...
not look at me like a boy, the screams of those souls, souls that you tortured>> He emphasized the last words carefully while Dean fidgeted uncomfortably, by tightening the lips \u0026lt;\u0026lt; we have heard even in these human shell. So what? How do you judge now? You accepted the deal, you become a torturer and why did you do that?
not have even thought for a moment that among the shapeless mass of souls could there be a supplicant as that of your father? "Where's all your piety?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My father got to do>> interrupted the hunter trying to continue when Crowley's voice rises above his own.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'll tell you Dean, while I squirmed under the lash of the Alastair you have not had the strength to let you go, you were struggling and were hoping every minute that your brother or whoever pulled out of there. You have given the impulse to believe that important to deserve another chance and you did what you had to buy time. What makes you so different from me? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;That would never do such a choice ... more>> Dean growled with his eyes on the demon, resisting the urge to lower them to give him the satisfaction of reading in a gesture of shame that the memory had worsened.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It is this, you're right, you've never been able to choose something in your life. Someone has decided for you and you've never tried to rebel, even now, while you struggle furiously to get rid of your destiny you are totally convinced that it is the right thing. So you've decided to say yes, I know that you have taken more into account than to admit you still continue to let guide to the circumstances, if Sam did not return not would have lasted so long. I accepted my nature a long time ago, so I do what I was born and protect my life exactly as you did then you should be careful with the words you use. >>
A heavy silence fell in the room interrupted by a dripping faucet.
Dean swallowed hard, the grip around her heart clenched painfully having to recognize that Crowley's words were true; was not the persuasive force that undoubtedly had a trick or a demon, had spoken to the brutality ; that competed to his race but the truth, the only, non era né all’Inferno o in Paradiso ma piuttosto nel Purgatorio che si portava dentro e dal quale Crowley l’aveva tirata fuori.
<< Dopotutto, dolcezza, non sono una compagnia così sbagliata per te…>>

 

                                                                                                                  Son dunque un tal codardo?

                                                                                                                       Who calls me coward?