Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Does Poptropica Have Monthly Fee

Voldy-pooh! * Laughs sarcastically * Draco Malfoy Letters

I began to review the various Lays, and I found this very good honor makes nuestors beloved * cough cough * not * cough cough * Death Eaters. Okay, I do not love, but I found adorable!

may change it soon, but for now just enjoy floating heart * insert here *

As I've been smart little ingenuity, I continued to write crap ... Now I started enough reasons for a hate Malfoy spring. You may have air of a Miss Eärwen fic I read out there on the 10 basic rules q all good Malfoy should know, and I apologize if it seems, but is that as spring comes in my country and always Malfoy round on my big head, was born that ... * Sigh * But we'll see how it ends, for now, just ahead the first reason.





The birds are singing, dancing trees, flowers, love whisper in the breeze and the world was rosy in the land of Hogwarts.

Giggles screaming, looks stupid in love and a sophomore girl, her eyes color honey blonde hair neatly combed in a ponytail. Those damn innocent eyes were fixed on his gray orbs lapidary, murderers and distant. Holding a book in their hands, the element that causes suddenly draw in his mind a coat of another house reds, perhaps, yes, because holding a book, because it has big eyes, his innocent eyes, because his fan secret could not be more than his own, a Slytherin. But it was fucking impossible for that innocence so neat and chaste desires are infested saw compelling, less pure blood, not to mention greed and power. Roda

eyes for the umpteenth time, hoping to disappear from the visual radio. It's hot, for Merlin, and that poor little girl, just trying to get their attention, took a seat in the sun on a rock overlooking the lake, while the pair of idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, throw stones into the water, laughing like the morons they are.

thought that if it might be winter ... the perfect utopia. He would find there, with all a storm about to break loose over her shoulders, and then dissipated to the girl ran to hide under a covered walkway. But he was so persistent, or at least it had given to demonstrate that the next second he was there getting wet.

"Pathetic ..." he said, turning to view companions, who, though not best picture, at least they were not in love with him.

Reason No. 1: "Love's in the air." Disgusting.



PS: A little this avatar was beautiful, I love those puffy so cute and crowded! * Screams like fangirl *

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Proof That Colloidal Silver Can Help Glaucoma



Ya. Today I got the crazy the disease, and I write a lot of shit nonsense stuff to dump sick ideas that I have caused so much fiction and dreams Abnormal! (Do not ask, because most of the trips to bring a censure 7th Heaven with a capital and surplus neon sign of abnormal behavior, scenes of extreme violence, XXX and asdfasdf).

Warning: No stupid answers for continued information.

Eärwen Ms. dedicated to Neruda, who feels lonely these days by the network º A º ... (And my apologies for taking my sendo escape to the forest sprites).



. Letters of Draco Malfoy.

of Draco Malfoy Pansy Parkinson.

night My burning passion Pansy. You know what you will scarce in brain Merlin has balanced bondandes female, but it turns out I am now a grown man who does not want to deceive the love of his life. Do not ask. So, only if you're interested and do not mind, Let's meet this afternoon (you know where catches) to consummate our last-night stand.

seem appropriate that I use that last set you magical gift. No, they do not ask him back, it's yours. Yo, I'll be surprised as ever.

Tu, now, ex serpent bed, Draco Malfoy
.


PS: Too bad, just that he had commissioned a magical talking condoms ... Finally, someone else will benefit, I suppose.



of Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger.


My beloved Hermione, I've finished everything with Parkinson's mindless, that you feel happy. Do not know how much I miss your dirty blood in my common room's why every time some lady touched by my sad gray look sexy and approaches do not doubt for a second take her to bed to have long and deep .. . dreams tell someone already has my heart, my sighs and my mind.

Granger, you let me marry your conscience? I mean, because you only dream, right? Unless we fuguemos to Alaska, we change our names, let me go through Juan Miguel Andres Cervantes de Castellón and you go Joaquina Maria Antonieta de las Mercedes Rodríguez Amerind, which I dye your hair black (NEVER!) and you red (which would not be bad, you know). From my friend not worry, he would be delighted to attend our wedding, you know follows me everywhere ... Bad thought, I mean Zabinni!

I hope tonight we always, and ask for my custom Potter. Your

forbidden love, Draco Malfoy
.

Pd: Insístele to-face cracked I do not want to know anything about the Weasley if what I suspect.





From Harry Potter Draco Malfoy. Dear

Potter, this morning I woke up thinking how much I strange that I need your glasses to better see where road. In the worst cases, lend some of your friends to guide me along the path of light. Preferably, the blood-soiled, which is quite apeteceble at this stage of the youth. Is that you and your friend Weasley are a few gays and brainless idiots. Did not realize they have both breasts (woh! Bingo, because if you have only one, best metedla please Bury it in a sarcophagus and a thousand feet underground where the worms can only a trace of bone apparatus, because if there is something more than a poor deformed body like that ... anyway), a spectacular back is hard to crack? ... The males like us hard. No, I do not know if you or they are penniless. It

so much work this has caused me a couple of problems with her sight and I could not attend St. Mungo to analyze my optical problem. I see you have glasses to donate, con lo ciego que estás... Y en todo el extenso sentido de la palabra, si me permites escribirlo.

Tu enemigo más sexy de la historia,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: Si weasley es gay... Insisto, mejor envíame a Granger. Mi trasero teme un ataque a su masculinidad.



De Draco Malfoy a Ron Weasley.


Mi estimado
Pobretón, si le sigues incando el ojo así a mi sangre-sucia, te las verás con estos cinco de mi mano derecha.

Si, le dije a Potter que estabais ciegos, pero no es como para ir arrastrando un balde de baba. Y no, si vuelvo a oir otra vez que le has sugerido que utilize skirts more often, greet you with ten! (21, if needed ... but I would fear to greet you with a that, as we suspect from your sexual orientations, you know the diversity of these days and I'm not surprised they turned the cake on the side that is most intense oven, and to talk about me, I am pure heat ).

Your enemy you love your friend, Draco Malfoy
.

PS: If you want I can give you a list of candidates disupuestas kind to spend a night of passion no matter the blood.



of Draco Malfoy Lucius Malfoy.

idolized Father, I finally decided I want to do for the rest of my life. One of my most successful option is to dedicate myself to the easy life. You know, wear a tutu, a good pair of pantyhose fishnet stockings, high heels and some corset that my thin frame and perfect figure. Bust, do not worry, I know a good group of magicians who specialize in deform to form perfect curves (no waist! With which I have just me.) He earns quite well from what I heard.

I know my mother will agree, you know what I dreamed of having a girl.

The revamped version of Draco Malfoy, Daisy
Marienne.

PS: Do not deny that you too wanted to be the same thing ever!

Note: This letter was, for obvious reasons, burnt and forgotten in a magical fire before being sent to the above.



Of Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley. Watch

good to your brother. Or threaten to which Potter or Harry will not be !

I said.

Your perpetual observer,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: When you grow so fast that I did not notice?



of Draco Malfoy Narcissa Malfoy. My

estimada madre, puede que estas vacaciones lleve de visita a una señorita muy particular. Así que, si no te molesta, ¿podrías envenenar a papá por mi? Con tantos enemigos, no creo que se note mano familiar ahí. Ya sé lo minuciosa que eres (si, sé que has leido mi diario y que encontraste las PlayBoy que muy bien escondidas tenía en el ya-no-secreto sitio de mi cuarto).

Confío en tu delicadeza y pulcro trabajo. Espero verte pronto.

Tu queridísimo retoño,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: ¡Extraño tu beso antes de dormir! Dijiste que el Señor Conejo iba a reemplazarte, pero el estúpido muñeco de felpa no lo hace... Si no out to this girl that I mentioned, my days would be pure gloom, seriously.



Yes, it has been the dumbest thing I've written these days. * Dance *
And now ... MI PS: It took me half a millennium and leave this to the correct html code!

Sunday, September 2, 2007

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* Sing a verse of a song * "My life is uuun desaaastre" (8) ~

If you can not see it ... But all here is a mess.

And I will not come to that cliche phrase "pussy I do not know what happens," because I have more that clear. That is, at least, something to be proud, because not talking about my room. It is sad . The fic

and have barely advanced to the third chapter (because the second I've uploaded to ff.net), instead I spent reading all I find (the kind that is). And what is worse, I begin to swirl in the head with crazy ideas that do not result in more than a couple of lines is almost spits in the compu-book or some classes while I'm listening to music on the player. All related Draco, of course.

In drawings went dormant again. If not for Carolina, who directs the illustration workshop, you may already have thrown away my pencils and croquera the fire, because it is definitely my inspiration. He told me that me and my drawings gave off a smell of strawberries (information frikeó me a bit at first, but later accepted the view that it was true and was not the only one that thought), and maybe I should follow that line to what I draw. Thanks.

Institute "? "Classes? What is that? ... You understand

.

introspection No, because doing so would be a suicide attempt. My alter ego is not in the mode of wanting to talk. And my subconscious ... Not to mention it, is a nasty .


And thinking about Draco, I remember something very funny happened yesterday with some friends ...

I: Suddenly I want to buy some cigarettes [no, I smoke with nothing frequency, but every time I get the mongolia], sometimes when I write fics me want one ...
All: NO, ANGELINE.
Me: But ...!
All: DO NOT SMOKE!
Me: But ...
Hyde: Draco does not smoke. Pyro
: Right! * Insert your laughter and others here *
Me: You are wrong ...
* Insert face of horror and surprise to all here *
Me: "That if you do not have to imagine it with a cigarette mouth, being a Slytherin, libertine as could be? * And then remember a fic read somewhere * In fact, even knows a spell to use in cigarette smoke and to act as a conscience, it really is a part of it, to converse and ask questions mentally .
* Silence * lapidary and disappointments several
Me: Never ... NEVER hesitate to refer my word of Draco Malfoy, "you hear? Never. Because I never stay without answer them something back about him.

and purpose.