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.samedi, février 28, 2004
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Il colle si bien à la nature, il en jouit si parfaitment de si près, il est l’ami du sol qu’il baise de tout son corps, et des feuilles, et du ciel vers quoi il lève si fièrement la tête, avec ses globes d’yeux si sensibles; noblesse, lenteur, sagesse, orgueil, vanité, fierté.
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Strive to meet the perfect standard for the breed you are mating. Order the Standard of Perfection Booklet to know exactly what is expected of the breed. Also, join the national association for that breed to get their manual on the breed. Check out the web page for a list of associations. This will show you how to improve your herd. |
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12:52 |
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matin ventre contre cul matin matin matin voilà - les jambes viennent, les bras |
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When sixteen years of age he joined a war-party against the Piegan, but on this fist expedition gained no honors. On another raid against the same people he counted a first coup. A party of Atsina, of which he was a member, camped one night near a war-party of Sioux, not knowing of their presence. At dawn the enemy charged, but were driven back, and during the skirmish he counted another first coup. A party of Piegan stole some horses; the Atsina followed, overtaking the enemy and forcing them to abandon their booty; during the fight he killed one Piegan. On another expedition against the same people, Otter Robe killed one with the stock of his gun and counted first coup. In another battle with the Piegan, he rushed in, pulled an enemy from his horse, and killed him with his knife. When a young man he fasted two days and two nights by the river, and had a vision in which a tree became transformed to a warrior who told him he was to obtain many honors. The faster was instructed to paint as was the spirit-yellow on the temples, with a streak of red across the forehead-and to wear a strip of otter-fur around his scalp-lock. Otter Robe married at the age of thirty.
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Coming home early with the flu I stopped at the bookshop hoping to pick up the new translation of Trakl but it wasn't there so I ordered JH Prynne's Poems and for sick-bed consolation bought a copy Ondaatje's Handwriting and a new collection of St Francis Ponge. Maybe it was the fever but then coincidence and illness are both irresistable and, like things rarely said, cannot be anticipated so I was going to write to you but after that phone call I don't really see the point. |
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.vendredi, février 27, 2004
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| un | carré | | | si je veux je veux je m'amuse | | gai | | | | | | | | | | tout est bon apprendre | | | | | | |
| - rien n'est bon pour le vendre. - commerçons. - rien n'est bon pour le vendre. - commerçons. - rien seul n'est bon à prendre. - je ne vous situe pas, - moi non plus.
- tu caches ou tu craches - je cache - ou tu craches - je cache je cache - tu craches
joliecrasse voix |
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14:48 |
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les doigts noirs d'encre la main prête à prendre tout est bon pour le ventre |
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.jeudi, février 26, 2004
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 | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | |  | ça ne fait rien viens ça ne fait rien viens ça ne fait rien viens prends-moi la main | |
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.mercredi, février 25, 2004
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la nuit l'amour sont magnifiques (vous voyez le genre) |
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.mardi, février 24, 2004
.lundi, février 23, 2004
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Spectacular view number 47  |
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