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Yesterday I descended into the cellar, accompanied by the typical scrick scrack them. But maybe it was just in my head.

The poisonous white chalk to the edges of the floor made me feel even more insecure: plane from the ceiling!

The cockroach is annoyingly troublesome summer. Lori has had to put the Cosini unnecessary stink even a tot around the house. To remove these says, but so be it.

Paoli Street, cross the street, well away from sidewalks, so as not to emulate the undersigned in a portentous figure of shit past summer .. escape from a cockroach is something very ridiculous.

Yet the biggest problem is the fact that during the good season cockroach a giuovine girl can not even più pisciare soddisfatta e serena per il prato del taluno parcogiochibimbiebimb e o della talaltra areaattrezzatapercanididrogatiodrogatiebasta , disturbata dal terrore di vedersene sgusciare una tutta zampettante e scricchiolante in mezzo ai piedi.

This image, especially, has always created in me blunders quite terrifying, exploration of parasites in the orifices / secret tunnels, of course.

Then there are people like cockroaches. But those are evergreen.

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HUE YA BULL!

You! I saw you fucking dandy dressed as a bohemian. What, have you abandoned your riches out of boredom, then go back to your fuckin boredom within 3-4 months?

're all disgustingly alike. Newly enriched bourgeois balls, chase your days to philosophize about other people's ideas and music representative of the kind that now suits you.

Ridiculous almost as much as the old bus stop, cross around her neck and Today in hand, licking his tongue out at Fantozzi, excited by notizia più succosa e finte scandalizzate dalle tette della porno velina di turno -che moralità- che poi al buio ci si sditalinano sopra, le laide porche.

Attendo il vostro ritorno alla camicia a manica corta e catenina in oro giallo.

I pugni nello stomaco fanno meno male di una vita di distruzioni.

Ansie inutili per sorrisi assenti, quando sarà torneranno.

Voglia di scopare, scopare fino a non sentire più niente. O "fino a farmi laugh.

And rivers in the crucible of gin and martini red, without fear of ending up cigarettes.

100 km of wall paintings in the entire window or pen space, blank canvases, oils and pencils and brushes and scissors and pantone and magazines and pictures everywhere, covered the floor, not to fill empty rooms, a single pot for the pasta and onions and peppers, a few books, a mac, and the bully.

Daylight until dark, then you paint on the nights of anxiety and achievement, pinning thoughts on floors virgins.

lives impossible and the impossibility of lives.

intolerance and willful misconduct, resignation, anger, melancholy and expectation.

To be dual personality , focusing on multi-faceted versatility animated by ideals and true constants.

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WHATEVER.



killed the outdoor area of \u200b\u200ba desolate bar at 20.40 on a Wednesday evening. Drug
the bass to Resolve Foo, announcing the inexhaustible immense melancholy, at 20.40 on a Wednesday evening.
attracts and rejects the path that rocks available to the house at 20.40 on a Wednesday evening.
surrounds the prelude summer of bare arms and motorcycles to 120 and the windows down and fluttering curtains and drops of sweat and blue skies and the treacherous pollen and open smiles and hair tied back and legs in the air at 20.40 on a Wednesday evening.

do not feel over your head, arms and feet as well as forced into a heel winter wedding of the parents. Everything dies on you, would you not having to check anything, can run for sidewalks in bare feet and come down on a pedestrian crossing with sign attached while throwing curses at the pig with the natural world of a mosquito any and spitting in the wind, which both fall all about you.

Do things for anyone, because no one asks you, and nobody will notice any lack, in spite of calls and messages and acknowledgments hairpieces and returnable bottles. Convince

want to do this for you. It is enough. And give yourself the luxury of dreaming that "any train to go there, where should not think, these 20:40 on a Wednesday evening in the clear blue sky where you can take a train any ".

The phones are over, the money also. Aggrappiamoci ravings of a future art and lies.

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I Ra, I think. And the futility of raving.


Far , and a traveling-no-not on his own will, far away.
I brought the camera, I took a picture. The first that I wanted to take stress-I-just came right at the entrance of the province of turin, return: the usual downturn in copper coin that seeks the soft-lined bed. It will be trivial, but fascinating as dazed and little else.
What then know that we are we turn to and she's standing there, which controls everything and everyone. Or was he ? Bof.

what I feel is not true, and not tell [cited] .
Although I would, in spades. Here then, the palate. Here I always have a negative connotation, often travel manin hand with the word "shit", when in the genitive.
Nothing is by chance, it all makes sense. After
philosophical maxim, which already holds forth-indeed, he was firmly convinced Compte-back in 800, and he again met the theme of unconventional could vanish, in the hope of maintaining even a minimum of dignity . But no. The fact

that is, undeniably, are women. As one can pose as a tomboy, with all that that entails, and have always tough, arrogant and indestructible, we women are so .
And we're good, we just keep this good in our face unmoved. When you give birth to these considerations, I find myself to envy my gay friends, so that they have understood everything.
I know it sounds a bit 'field in the air as speech, however, here, has its own reason. These comparisons continue to absorb and assimilate it, and not from the blogosphere, which can only take me to the above conclusion, we women are fabulous, fabulous.

Tolerance to win, to swallow to get big. This
do, moment by moment, and remarked to him as a woman.

's why I love to rename the element typically masculine "dime", to give it a meaning that women still have, because it is only thanks to her if every fucking day we wake up and still organize our daily life, following the time she articulates. Or not.
As a mother, a wife, as a woman in any role they can play.

And I'll be the last, always.