'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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