Poptropica Hidden Stuff

not only in laboratory mice: the slaughter of donkeys, horses, pigs and cattle
increasingly high number of animals sacrificed to the needs of science. The Lav: inefficaci.Gli unnecessary testing and animals are genetically different from man, you should change the method. What information can be predictive for human experiments carried out on horses, birds or fish, genetically different from humans? The scientific and institutional contradiction and must reflect on this remedy and also



Cade the last obstacle to the interruption of treatment Englaro, 17 years in a coma. Cassation, stop feeding. Eluana's father: "It 'a rule of law "

I can see a solution that could make you happy the league antivivisection, scientists, and all the proponents of euthanasia .....

For experiments, you could also use the abundant stocks of gypsies who are out there.

Good shirt to all

Milena Velba En Latex

strip bitch strip bitch

"Castel Volturno (Caserta) - The South African singer Miriam Makeba is dead in the clinic Pineta Grande, Castel Volturno, where he had been transported after being seized by an illness, at the end of her performance at the concert anticamorra and against racism "

This death can be 'seen as another victory of the Camorra?

Scar Concealer For Men

Poetry of freedom '

Dear Friends near and far ,
today launch a new project in our blog as you may have noticed the title of the article:

damned POEMS NEVER SAID.

But before advancing in this ambitious program let a literary excursus U.S. politician on election just concluded.

Obama has won, good for him all the same for the same for us and all Americans, including American blacks, because this guy has done the Columbia University and then Harvard, I know so much that the Ghetto he has never seen not even in pictures, he uses his half-blackness (white mother, who has raised alone) just want to get well from that portion of the population which is 'really black (although the distinction and' vulgar and self-discriminating) nonstante The money used to be elected are the major industries in the north of the U.S., whose wages and conditions of hunger are the new slave that make the lives of poor blacks (and poor whites) worse ... can you see the uselessness' of this vicious circle ....

However, going faster, for sure Obama has a curriculum more 'poor McCain that having one thousand years there was still a risk by pulling the bucket, leaving it to the power of Palin ... and that objectively' better returns to be hibernated in Alaska, however, Obama has Joe Biden as vice and that 'one with the brown (and paradoxically and' vice-brown ..)

however hoping that the Americans have voted for the brain and not the epidermis, is the sadness of banality 'of Italian media (of course, all pro-Obama whatever) and that 'the first black president (a meta') and stupidity 'of the whole Italian left (including quell'arteriosclerotico Napolitano-dalailama) who thinks that Obama is left and so this is a great day for the socialist struggle ... (the Socialist Party got 7000 votes in the United States, this shows how they think the Americans on the left, thinking that I fully agree ).



And now we come to things that affect us for sure to be more 'close. The design of
DAMN POEMS NEVER SAID and 'above all a project that aims to equal dignity' and equal, that they are then the fundamental values \u200b\u200bof our blog, among other poetic subjects.
There are certain topics that are strangely and ominously surrounded by the silence of poets, singers and artists Instead of all ages who write or wrote stracciapalle always the same things: love, home, nature, war / peace.

How come no one has ever written an ode to the washing machine or glue stick? What 's behind this silence?
Perhaps the lobby of the sellers of chocolates and flowers (love) or flags (home) or gardeners and the community 'montana (nature) require what poets write, or forcing them to censor the publishers publish only in their interest?

Our blog unmasked after this clear attack on freedom 'of expression give' room for all those who want to publish poetry grimly censored inviting all to send the poems that would otherwise never be made visible to the public.

we begin with a poem dedicated to a subject too long forgotten

MILK PRODUCT

In the temple of natural rennet
Your cloister

precipitated the casein protein of the lactose irreverent
Coagula More fat
'water do not dissolve'

Fresco, semi-hard to hard
grass macaroni
Your journey does not stop for a few silly

intolerant of weak stomachs
harbingers who do not accept the phospho-protein

and Cheese ' From your name
stick on cube grated sharp
From casual
saucepan from the heat flux from
wooden cutting board inviting
Accompany the meal of life.

Thank you for your kind attention given me and GOOD POETRY SHIRT TO ALL!

Can You Polish Brown Boots

Hello Dennis

0 14 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4

Dear Dennis,

we are here at our last meeting ... ...

you have for us and for me, very valuable.

Your presence, sometimes silent, reference was inspiring and uplifting.

You gave us a lot to us as a group, I personally as a man. I've been close with your small but concrete suggestions ... have supported me with your words when I was a bit 'lost ... with your "SO" Embed in your italian-venetian-Anglophone, you have given us a younger age and experience a little 'more of balance ... with your desire of listening ... never raised his voice, you were sober when you were in your speeches and a few jokes, Scottish-style, you ended up with your laugh ... almost imperceptible.

You want to know, decide what you wanted to do when you thought it appropriate, he taught me a lot and I will my life in the near future.

you and I will always have you in our hearts ...

in one of our last meetings, you told me you wanted to play the bagpipes, the you'd probably procured, perhaps in Scotland will ... I looked and saw your pride ... I told you ... you hear the call of your country? At that moment I was reminded of a picture Braveheart (viewed dozens of times), where in honor of his father Wallace, a Scotsman playing a bagpipe music forbidden forbidden at that time ... I wish I was a Scot like you and you I envied, because what I do not mind I have ... I hope that spirit of having taken part to take with me in my heart and maybe if you can send it to my son Liam ... in your memory, hello Dennis Proctor ... and ... Thank you very much ... thank you.