advances
is going to be two thousand and four, but do not tell about. Hello.
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Lincoln Continental Convertible For Sale
I have something that others do not have
a plan.
to enter school at the party tonight without buying a ticket.
but I did not combined at all, and to enter the disco iperzarra me are entrusted to the goodness of the ego. The evening is divided into: dance hits of the early nineties and dance hits of the latter nineties. the two thousand was not available and if it was we did not then bloodhound gang in front of and behind them all. no, I danced.
I saw my companion of the primary and secondary full of money to dance like an asshole all the hardcore. I was quite happy, I wanted to see the prof. Full of money that led him to golf at the end that his son is no different from zamurri proletarians around him. he and I when we were kids we were the first to learn to read, he gave me a journal dedicated to the beloved of the dedications in which he told me that he thought all we would have done great things. Then there was the name and address. all left to all the name and address, but I do with your address, I wonder, since we live within a radius of five meters. when we were thirteen years old, full of money are angry with my friend because he had done to lower the voting flute at school and turned to my companions that I and my friend had told the boys that some of them had her period and some do not . this finding concerning the natural order of things to my friend and it cost me a different period of notice by the company. so full of money and I did great things together.
Full of Money has the house in Riviera but it is sad, I'm sure somewhere in the depths of his little soul is sad, and I am also convinced that's okay.
as we left the disco iperzarra I felt something hit me in the head from above and then a metallic clatter to the ground. I turned in time to see a dime that fell and stopped. I watched the scene quite incredulous. may be that tonight I have launched a dime on him. thanks, next time I drink at least Toss others.
since then at some point in the night, the return (patente. license, driving license, driving license, driving license) my father was quite brisk and pain in the ass, I brought it to the bohemian to eat a sandwich. the last resort, if it is not open bohème open anything. But I have not tired enough. if my father drank the inciuccavo, I hope that I manage.
a plan.
to enter school at the party tonight without buying a ticket.
but I did not combined at all, and to enter the disco iperzarra me are entrusted to the goodness of the ego. The evening is divided into: dance hits of the early nineties and dance hits of the latter nineties. the two thousand was not available and if it was we did not then bloodhound gang in front of and behind them all. no, I danced.
I saw my companion of the primary and secondary full of money to dance like an asshole all the hardcore. I was quite happy, I wanted to see the prof. Full of money that led him to golf at the end that his son is no different from zamurri proletarians around him. he and I when we were kids we were the first to learn to read, he gave me a journal dedicated to the beloved of the dedications in which he told me that he thought all we would have done great things. Then there was the name and address. all left to all the name and address, but I do with your address, I wonder, since we live within a radius of five meters. when we were thirteen years old, full of money are angry with my friend because he had done to lower the voting flute at school and turned to my companions that I and my friend had told the boys that some of them had her period and some do not . this finding concerning the natural order of things to my friend and it cost me a different period of notice by the company. so full of money and I did great things together.
Full of Money has the house in Riviera but it is sad, I'm sure somewhere in the depths of his little soul is sad, and I am also convinced that's okay.
as we left the disco iperzarra I felt something hit me in the head from above and then a metallic clatter to the ground. I turned in time to see a dime that fell and stopped. I watched the scene quite incredulous. may be that tonight I have launched a dime on him. thanks, next time I drink at least Toss others.
since then at some point in the night, the return (patente. license, driving license, driving license, driving license) my father was quite brisk and pain in the ass, I brought it to the bohemian to eat a sandwich. the last resort, if it is not open bohème open anything. But I have not tired enough. if my father drank the inciuccavo, I hope that I manage.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Swot Analysis Dolce And Gabbana Swot Analysis?
What Will Happen When The world'll Get So That You Can not look crowded out the window in the morning?
cocktail that I did not drink for a party in which I participated:
russian emotion
a little 'bit of vodka
a' fantasy of red emotion
ingest.
clean the windshield makes the lights brighter. if it were me I'd go to a midnight ride off into the woods. if I were not I could be someone else.
if it was not like that would be another, if not a hand would be different if it was not noon would probably four thirty-six. how do I guess all the possible trajectories that the right is able to take me home? I have missions to accomplish, I, or rather, must come to me of the missions entrusted to, or better, give me a mission and all swear that if I like even just a little bit you bring it out, really. enough that you will move from my chair mind. if it were a chair would be a red-hot stove, but unfortunately my mind has created a chair and I placed it conveniently, by calculating the probability and feeling very clever at times. Meanwhile the world goes out the window, and is also quite crowded. when you go to open my window, I hear a little 'sound. when you can not do or you're tired or thou hast Your own way, I'm not always able to reach out and grab the handle. of my brain. from where we started?
by the fact that I can not conclude anything, more or less true. Then there are the days when for some reason I put myself in the head of things about you, I gnaw his ear. Right. listen to anything with which to bend to my superstitions. all based on the uncertainty, because if I were convinced that a = a there would be no problems. the problem is that I think I've seen several become b, c, d, e, and then terrifies me to the probability of inaccuracy of the result, there is no way of knowing whether a situation to bring me in succession and then on bcd ; I can not predict how things go, so go crazy. follow me?
but I can not develop my guesses without taking into account that inside my head there is a culture apart, which creates, develops, one day build his chimney, for now ceramic body on the bank of a river particularly nice, we say that remained some time ago. outside there is a world that moves so on. then I have to separate what is a figment of my imagination on what it is not, my sense of helplessness process it quickly, identify the goal and start over. the only possible conclusion I can think of for this phrase is, with a rocket in the ass. sorry.
and I can not ignore that in the case of two people is of the opinion that two people must be heard, so I think I'll ask, I will ask what you think, and to do that I will use the means by which I can be more comprehensive, I think I'll write you a letter.
type.
hello, I wanted to tell you, if I were not I could be someone else, but I am and then is fine with me where I am, after all what is beautiful is not beautiful but it's so beautiful, it also said Schiller. more or less. no?
strip soften the words of concepts.
hello, all things considered I could be worse, but it's okay.
tell the truth to be directed.
hello, boh. believed to be on guard, you have the eyes open, then I got distracted for a moment and I like it plunged into the midst of boredom head, and I can no longer stand out from the rest of the people, I mean, to feel the slightest difference, so I do not find motivation. since reoperation your swing again, and if I'm hanging there at least follow it with both eyes adjust to the eventual hard landing. since the situations are not expected. how do I look the other way? I want you to think less and less, but I do not like.
be imperfect.
hello. just me, hope it goes well.
cocktail that I did not drink for a party in which I participated:
russian emotion
a little 'bit of vodka
a' fantasy of red emotion
ingest.
clean the windshield makes the lights brighter. if it were me I'd go to a midnight ride off into the woods. if I were not I could be someone else.
if it was not like that would be another, if not a hand would be different if it was not noon would probably four thirty-six. how do I guess all the possible trajectories that the right is able to take me home? I have missions to accomplish, I, or rather, must come to me of the missions entrusted to, or better, give me a mission and all swear that if I like even just a little bit you bring it out, really. enough that you will move from my chair mind. if it were a chair would be a red-hot stove, but unfortunately my mind has created a chair and I placed it conveniently, by calculating the probability and feeling very clever at times. Meanwhile the world goes out the window, and is also quite crowded. when you go to open my window, I hear a little 'sound. when you can not do or you're tired or thou hast Your own way, I'm not always able to reach out and grab the handle. of my brain. from where we started?
by the fact that I can not conclude anything, more or less true. Then there are the days when for some reason I put myself in the head of things about you, I gnaw his ear. Right. listen to anything with which to bend to my superstitions. all based on the uncertainty, because if I were convinced that a = a there would be no problems. the problem is that I think I've seen several become b, c, d, e, and then terrifies me to the probability of inaccuracy of the result, there is no way of knowing whether a situation to bring me in succession and then on bcd ; I can not predict how things go, so go crazy. follow me?
but I can not develop my guesses without taking into account that inside my head there is a culture apart, which creates, develops, one day build his chimney, for now ceramic body on the bank of a river particularly nice, we say that remained some time ago. outside there is a world that moves so on. then I have to separate what is a figment of my imagination on what it is not, my sense of helplessness process it quickly, identify the goal and start over. the only possible conclusion I can think of for this phrase is, with a rocket in the ass. sorry.
and I can not ignore that in the case of two people is of the opinion that two people must be heard, so I think I'll ask, I will ask what you think, and to do that I will use the means by which I can be more comprehensive, I think I'll write you a letter.
type.
hello, I wanted to tell you, if I were not I could be someone else, but I am and then is fine with me where I am, after all what is beautiful is not beautiful but it's so beautiful, it also said Schiller. more or less. no?
strip soften the words of concepts.
hello, all things considered I could be worse, but it's okay.
tell the truth to be directed.
hello, boh. believed to be on guard, you have the eyes open, then I got distracted for a moment and I like it plunged into the midst of boredom head, and I can no longer stand out from the rest of the people, I mean, to feel the slightest difference, so I do not find motivation. since reoperation your swing again, and if I'm hanging there at least follow it with both eyes adjust to the eventual hard landing. since the situations are not expected. how do I look the other way? I want you to think less and less, but I do not like.
be imperfect.
hello. just me, hope it goes well.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Monday, December 15, 2003
Ovulation Back Pain Cramps Thigh Pain
yes yes yes I
click me absolutely
ah. obviously the parent site is picchilosa , with which I congratulate you and for 22 and because when the genius is there.
click me absolutely
ah. obviously the parent site is picchilosa , with which I congratulate you and for 22 and because when the genius is there.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Best Reliable Washer And Dryer
around 155 CDs, which could be nothing or very
last night I dreamed I had a child. was my son, right, I take him around everywhere and I was patently incapable of handling it and he had better let him in the most unlikely, for example astride something, and did not fall, so I could return to retrieve it.
at one point he was playing on the carpet, I have approached me and bent down to pick as you do with children; sin that he has turned into a gray and white kitten and jumped off like cats do, jumping on the fast legs. 'The fact that it was my cat has a negative impact have you', I said roughly, and I ventured to look behind the chair. At this point my brain was noticed to have replaced the baby with a cat and tries to fix the error, but can not make it to fix things, and the only answer I find a chair behind the pink mangy kitten, as soon as born.
last night I dreamed I had a child. was my son, right, I take him around everywhere and I was patently incapable of handling it and he had better let him in the most unlikely, for example astride something, and did not fall, so I could return to retrieve it.
at one point he was playing on the carpet, I have approached me and bent down to pick as you do with children; sin that he has turned into a gray and white kitten and jumped off like cats do, jumping on the fast legs. 'The fact that it was my cat has a negative impact have you', I said roughly, and I ventured to look behind the chair. At this point my brain was noticed to have replaced the baby with a cat and tries to fix the error, but can not make it to fix things, and the only answer I find a chair behind the pink mangy kitten, as soon as born.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
How Do You Know When A Scorpio Has Lost Interest
qq
first I had nothing to say, but I did well. not now.
careful not catch the poisoned water. I tell you so, as a wish.
update: According to the press today, the first bottle of water with the shit ever found inside may have been unearthed in the connecting rod. if I die, you know what happened.
first I had nothing to say, but I did well. not now.
careful not catch the poisoned water. I tell you so, as a wish.
update: According to the press today, the first bottle of water with the shit ever found inside may have been unearthed in the connecting rod. if I die, you know what happened.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
New Zealand Rugby Results Npc
psychology of cross
authoritative sources claim that I am a cross between a rat and Winona Ryder.
authoritative sources claim that I am a cross between a rat and Winona Ryder.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Designer Lenghas London
yesterday
I know that some nights it happens that you understand that the only reason why you never realized that the drummer of The Clash is good is because they do not play the drums, but where I finished my reserves of courage to things? were dissolved in acid crumbs as seemingly unrelated sentences together, something that the first reading will make me sick already. but where is my supposed ability to analyze things, I might have thrown in the sink with his hair? prosaic big question, even by Nobel prize of bullshit.
the little baby bug say hello to all those who came out of hiding and is now stark naked, without even a stone by pulling on him. where have all the junk his remaining after the move? I do not know, since we are in a fairy tale them to him will probably eat the wolves. At this point the little boy realizes that the bug is reopening the fountain head, because the brain is not being retired under pressure. the little baby bug scratches his head tightly, but just can not think, then starts watching the moon because it is so unattainable therefore not considered a problem. At this point the little baby bug is banging against the moon and dies again, like just out of the nest, without ever having seen anything so because his brain has run slammed against the light bulb between a bass and the other, and if they have not returned to its owner weir on the carpet.
the way, where's my carpet? This place makes me a bit 'more harm to your back. where is my ability to place mirrors on its feet and begin to climb? all killed in a pair of scissors and cut the other. I move the antennas horrible and I say ouch, that sucks, but if I get up is not only my problem, I will finish in garbage bags with the remains of dinner.
the next installment of the baby bug in a short time, when it decides to make a move.
spend the night, will
confusion,
spend the night, the confusion will
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I know that some nights it happens that you understand that the only reason why you never realized that the drummer of The Clash is good is because they do not play the drums, but where I finished my reserves of courage to things? were dissolved in acid crumbs as seemingly unrelated sentences together, something that the first reading will make me sick already. but where is my supposed ability to analyze things, I might have thrown in the sink with his hair? prosaic big question, even by Nobel prize of bullshit.
the little baby bug say hello to all those who came out of hiding and is now stark naked, without even a stone by pulling on him. where have all the junk his remaining after the move? I do not know, since we are in a fairy tale them to him will probably eat the wolves. At this point the little boy realizes that the bug is reopening the fountain head, because the brain is not being retired under pressure. the little baby bug scratches his head tightly, but just can not think, then starts watching the moon because it is so unattainable therefore not considered a problem. At this point the little baby bug is banging against the moon and dies again, like just out of the nest, without ever having seen anything so because his brain has run slammed against the light bulb between a bass and the other, and if they have not returned to its owner weir on the carpet.
the way, where's my carpet? This place makes me a bit 'more harm to your back. where is my ability to place mirrors on its feet and begin to climb? all killed in a pair of scissors and cut the other. I move the antennas horrible and I say ouch, that sucks, but if I get up is not only my problem, I will finish in garbage bags with the remains of dinner.
the next installment of the baby bug in a short time, when it decides to make a move.
spend the night, will
confusion,
spend the night, the confusion will
-
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Edu Science Astro-gazer-70 Telescope Manual
mood fluctuations toggle mode on multi
if you make me a bad gift disappoints me to tears.
if you make me a bad gift disappoints me to tears.
Friday, November 21, 2003
Images Of Male Shaved Genitals
ON COMMAND
Ashtar Command Ashtar is the aviation division of the Great White Brotherhood of Light under the direction of Commander Ashtar and Lady Master Athena, the guidance of the Lord Jesus-Sananda and his twin flame, Master Lady Nada. Consists of millions of ships and personnel of many civilizations, we are models that serve to Heaven Radiant (Christ) in his mission of love. We work in union with the Ascended Masters and Angelic Legions of Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Jofiel, Gabriel and the 70 Brotherhoods of Light that administer the Divine Plan.
The Ashtar Command is here to help the Earth and Humanity in the current cycle of planetary cleansing and polar realignment. We encourage unity, harmony and peaceful coexistence of all. The golden key of spiritual salvation is love. (Translator's note: Not everything that circulates under the name of the network Asthar is authentic. Always check with your inner discernment).
beloved family!
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Pleurodiaphragmatic Adhession
om
my email on neoprene currently not functioning (cardinal, we can do? Know not your fault), so if for some reason impellentissimo that you will certainly contact you should make me a whistle here.
my email on neoprene currently not functioning (cardinal, we can do? Know not your fault), so if for some reason impellentissimo that you will certainly contact you should make me a whistle here.
Saturday, November 8, 2003
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
Watchco Omega Seamaster 300
eh?
hallucinations.
I had no idea they changed the page layout, so much so that now put it back as it was before. if by chance someone else has changed (although I do not see nor how, or why), maybe you could let me know. otherwise I start to worry, I suppose.
hallucinations.
I had no idea they changed the page layout, so much so that now put it back as it was before. if by chance someone else has changed (although I do not see nor how, or why), maybe you could let me know. otherwise I start to worry, I suppose.
Thursday, October 30, 2003
How To Soften A Bandana
notes
in the middle ground between the balcony and my room is cold and I have my right hand completely frozen. I remember a few years ago before going to sleep I closed the door the balcony in summer, for fear of bring me down to sleep. the dream would take precedence over reality, and I would fall for real.
on my folder it says 1610, the Starry Messenger, John Locke, a life for the cinema. all concepts that have left much of what they found. I wonder whether that is growing, to be invested billions of words until you get the right one, and you run. the goal is not important or road signs, the metric nor the grammatical construction.
I imagine a deserter who sings, leaning against my window. is high and has a face like the moon, occasionally smiling. Remember that you steam.
in the middle ground between the balcony and my room is cold and I have my right hand completely frozen. I remember a few years ago before going to sleep I closed the door the balcony in summer, for fear of bring me down to sleep. the dream would take precedence over reality, and I would fall for real.
on my folder it says 1610, the Starry Messenger, John Locke, a life for the cinema. all concepts that have left much of what they found. I wonder whether that is growing, to be invested billions of words until you get the right one, and you run. the goal is not important or road signs, the metric nor the grammatical construction.
I imagine a deserter who sings, leaning against my window. is high and has a face like the moon, occasionally smiling. Remember that you steam.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Monday, October 13, 2003
10th Doctor Metal Sonic Screwdriver
ah
'Man, alive' as the title page of the friends to come here just because I put a Fracci of people who go to Google and search people alive.
'Man, alive' as the title page of the friends to come here just because I put a Fracci of people who go to Google and search people alive.
Can Gelmicin Be Used For Acne?
title
VOICE VOICE IN PHASE-in counter
burns like a slap in the face or a kiss just given, this perspective-standing film in which the views of others becomes yours, or you become the point of view others. be dressed as the grandmother or the store, it seems that face extreme difference be able to immerse themselves in the shoes of others, quiet and infused with a kind of sense of the sacred. a person's eyes are his most sense and therefore agencies to give respect. not so the brain and the heart that are known the subject of rape, technique and study formalisms, rather than free expression.
no music may be interested except that I feel, is the only thing that changes me, and differs from all others for which I feel love, while a good sense of powerlessness on the facts of which I am a witness to sign pacts of non-intervention. a sense of possibility is not dead and buried with wine, cigarettes and mobile phone, a status symbol of a lifestyle that is not mine.
(screaming from upstairs)
hours should I force myself to give this a cinematic perspective or outline for voices, faces a sintomaticità as ideas, classes and generations. but the faces are white, not even the lineaments subjective that I give.
I took a HUGE hit on the head
at this point a voice that is not no one had said 'you too will die one day', and I am sure that someone has said that I missed. I give the ear, because I think it's worth, because the dogs bite until they forget that the queue is ecstatic that they have in their mouth is, I also ride on the same concepts and perspective silent cinema, cafes and abusatissimo bullet time, not to mention the fact that the modern variety that I use on myself does not help me to keep my head straight in front of someone or something, or at least next to the faces of the people and the words incomprehensible to me why the result to another story and another age, beyond the stairs.
within each of us is a little baby bug in need of affection.
VOICE VOICE IN PHASE-in counter
burns like a slap in the face or a kiss just given, this perspective-standing film in which the views of others becomes yours, or you become the point of view others. be dressed as the grandmother or the store, it seems that face extreme difference be able to immerse themselves in the shoes of others, quiet and infused with a kind of sense of the sacred. a person's eyes are his most sense and therefore agencies to give respect. not so the brain and the heart that are known the subject of rape, technique and study formalisms, rather than free expression.
no music may be interested except that I feel, is the only thing that changes me, and differs from all others for which I feel love, while a good sense of powerlessness on the facts of which I am a witness to sign pacts of non-intervention. a sense of possibility is not dead and buried with wine, cigarettes and mobile phone, a status symbol of a lifestyle that is not mine.
(screaming from upstairs)
hours should I force myself to give this a cinematic perspective or outline for voices, faces a sintomaticità as ideas, classes and generations. but the faces are white, not even the lineaments subjective that I give.
I took a HUGE hit on the head
at this point a voice that is not no one had said 'you too will die one day', and I am sure that someone has said that I missed. I give the ear, because I think it's worth, because the dogs bite until they forget that the queue is ecstatic that they have in their mouth is, I also ride on the same concepts and perspective silent cinema, cafes and abusatissimo bullet time, not to mention the fact that the modern variety that I use on myself does not help me to keep my head straight in front of someone or something, or at least next to the faces of the people and the words incomprehensible to me why the result to another story and another age, beyond the stairs.
within each of us is a little baby bug in need of affection.
Thursday, October 9, 2003
Is It Bad To Send Interview Thank You Late
coincidenzuole
returning from the walk in which I had the idea to make me a picture in my red and blue elevator that goes to pieces. Obviously I did not because I'm a lazy shit. it seems that I will not ever again, because today I get home, and I find the car completely covered in fake wood paneling that stink horribly.
mah.
returning from the walk in which I had the idea to make me a picture in my red and blue elevator that goes to pieces. Obviously I did not because I'm a lazy shit. it seems that I will not ever again, because today I get home, and I find the car completely covered in fake wood paneling that stink horribly.
mah.
Sunday, October 5, 2003
Desmume Pokemon Soul Silver
When I Was Young, Younger Than Before
so eventually I'll laugh and your finger because you deserve it and I'll tell you that from here to my house on foot there goes an hour, and you tell me one hour? less, by, and I'll say no, that Once I made it with dida gardens where the brother of t. he split his head in my house it took us an hour, then synchronize the clocks and see. I go out, I look at the freshly painted lady, I go to the left winds up in front of the barred window, in July n. I chipped a beam with his fist, the gap is still there, even microfracture that finger. step in front of house No Italy to the site of force, then I think that in fact in an hour I could get bored and have something to read would not be too bad, so I open the mailbox to force Italy (the lock on the grounds that I know perfectly it does not take more ) and I take the post, but it's all crap and advertising of a company that sells names, so I put everything in stock and we ponder about. step onto the bridge where l. and No paid by small children in the Moroccan pornazzi because the fishermen pulled the stones, I quickly state up to the distributor, the next step almost sexy shop that it was said that the central one being held on zara crank popper, just that you had to go there and Secret say the magic word, like we have that video with the Mauritian paradise and scorpions, they would tell you no, but if you want to see him do the same, and ta dan, but of course it was all quite false. I'm still a bit 'of steps, take a bike path nonsense, step to the right just after the cemetery and the stone mason, then the junction ghost road that leads to that I hope never decide to end because it is so beautiful. erika on the overpass is written only six but which has the k, for which I have no idea just who it is. first sign, according to the country, here end the memories of others to my interlaced. I watch if by chance I can still get a pack of cigarettes goes to the bar where my father before work but it is closed, then across the street to all'Esselunga and control that unsold goods are still in place one by one, the account moons, stars and street lamps and make a different piece of road in the middle of the factories, the ones that are closing and those who resist resist resist, there is a huge lawn where I always wanted roll over but the lawn is and if someone is someone you can not. second sign, third country, next to the step road pub that is a third way for the rod starting from where I left me, there is the Chinese side of the happy hour where perennial glappa lose it costs a euro, the road pubs are paying the fine and good blues rock, sin that are exactly the same songs I heard when I went there the other day. before arriving at the great I realize that I want to do the other way and that the time taken to l. I can tell another time, so in place inside, I also thirsty but the fountain of the elementary school does not go, I press the button with both hands, throw a football, but remains closed, so step forward and there is the meadow where we went one evening I do not remember what we were doing there and we left him lying on the grass and just die and I swear it was anything but romantic. I go tonight, we talked again about when we were kids and visited places absurd and we busted adrenaline and I threw it there on the table with great nonchalance of the villa in small and others that I do not know over the wall and the fountain and Child and all, and ensure them enough but we went to the villa where they were cridis black masses and the maid found dead of a heart attack in the garden and the man died in an artesian well and there are drug addicts to get the pears, then I do tell everyone but then I think that is I have in my back. I throw the eye through the bars of the gate and is a darkness that is frightening, then turn my back to the gate when I hold very strong feeling that the first object in his pocket between his fingers, and I have a motion sickness when I realize that this is the phone. I slam in the bag for not doing more. sign third, fourth country, I'm coming inexorably home, I stopped at a traffic circle struck by something but can not seem to be snow, ice and indeed it is downloaded to the ground like a fish truck. ahead and on the right side I have the clay bank where I am as sure of us have dug for fossils as a child, I had even a tiny shell whole, and I kept them at home in the biscuit tin Danish I did not until my mom threw them in the trash, and even now I do not understand why. Scazzi me, I see a flower in a hedge and decided that at least tonight I bring home some flowers, so I try to capture but the stem is hard, I cut it with the Swiss and I take the flower, which, inter alia, to ' analysis turns out to be a fucking chrysanthemum. Oh well, I'll put on the table, five yards away from a cespuglione uprooting violet hydrangea. step outside the house than the average exchange games with me, I just know where his home studio with computer and needless to say the light is on. I realize that I do not want to go home and reached the path, step into the middle of the lane that completely dark flows on the playground, dogs bark, I bark, a few yards began to see them, they, the cats. are everywhere, lord it, and we see inside out. I try to approach one but I suck, then placed on the ground all the possible sources of discomfort, flowers, handbag, I approach, I move away, we study some more ', then you tired and disappears. also step in front of the beautiful old house with the tortoise, who knows if he is still alive, I mean the turtle. Cutting a rose bush and a pale yellow until I hole the index with a plug I think the turtle. I look at the pink petals, and according to which loses more than I already blossomed, but it's just sick and whitish mold has stuck below the corolla. the clean with a cloth, and I'll take it.
do the street where I live, and I feel very stupid thinking that instead of these pounds, liters, meters of terraced houses there was only grass and vines. step in front of the residence of amaranth T. and T., who summer between the approval of the street children had written a letter warning them that they should die in some way so frightening as to shit on me that even writing it. I steal as I pass the number 5 of porcelain, the yellow flashing light on the gate, anything that may disappear only to be my legacy and indelible memory and not reflected in the world of the living. I walk the few yards that I miss the gate without thinking of the five murder victims in the garden of pine trees in front of my house, nor to any other items that the myth of my own or of another memory has turned into living symbols, nor the kites made of wrapping paper and frameless because I was already full of practical spirit to five years and did not know that we wanted, and I was wondering how the hell did you make it work.
I get home, there's my mom in the kitchen, eat or smoke or do something else. I can think to ask because at one point I threw away the fossils, and I also believe that if you remember, but I give up and greeted her with a kiss. I put the flowers in the vase and I think what they are good together, I think Japanese art of making feel good with the flowers and I can not remember the name, it was something with the k, perhaps harakiri.
When I Was Young, Younger Than Before ...
so eventually I'll laugh and your finger because you deserve it and I'll tell you that from here to my house on foot there goes an hour, and you tell me one hour? less, by, and I'll say no, that Once I made it with dida gardens where the brother of t. he split his head in my house it took us an hour, then synchronize the clocks and see. I go out, I look at the freshly painted lady, I go to the left winds up in front of the barred window, in July n. I chipped a beam with his fist, the gap is still there, even microfracture that finger. step in front of house No Italy to the site of force, then I think that in fact in an hour I could get bored and have something to read would not be too bad, so I open the mailbox to force Italy (the lock on the grounds that I know perfectly it does not take more ) and I take the post, but it's all crap and advertising of a company that sells names, so I put everything in stock and we ponder about. step onto the bridge where l. and No paid by small children in the Moroccan pornazzi because the fishermen pulled the stones, I quickly state up to the distributor, the next step almost sexy shop that it was said that the central one being held on zara crank popper, just that you had to go there and Secret say the magic word, like we have that video with the Mauritian paradise and scorpions, they would tell you no, but if you want to see him do the same, and ta dan, but of course it was all quite false. I'm still a bit 'of steps, take a bike path nonsense, step to the right just after the cemetery and the stone mason, then the junction ghost road that leads to that I hope never decide to end because it is so beautiful. erika on the overpass is written only six but which has the k, for which I have no idea just who it is. first sign, according to the country, here end the memories of others to my interlaced. I watch if by chance I can still get a pack of cigarettes goes to the bar where my father before work but it is closed, then across the street to all'Esselunga and control that unsold goods are still in place one by one, the account moons, stars and street lamps and make a different piece of road in the middle of the factories, the ones that are closing and those who resist resist resist, there is a huge lawn where I always wanted roll over but the lawn is and if someone is someone you can not. second sign, third country, next to the step road pub that is a third way for the rod starting from where I left me, there is the Chinese side of the happy hour where perennial glappa lose it costs a euro, the road pubs are paying the fine and good blues rock, sin that are exactly the same songs I heard when I went there the other day. before arriving at the great I realize that I want to do the other way and that the time taken to l. I can tell another time, so in place inside, I also thirsty but the fountain of the elementary school does not go, I press the button with both hands, throw a football, but remains closed, so step forward and there is the meadow where we went one evening I do not remember what we were doing there and we left him lying on the grass and just die and I swear it was anything but romantic. I go tonight, we talked again about when we were kids and visited places absurd and we busted adrenaline and I threw it there on the table with great nonchalance of the villa in small and others that I do not know over the wall and the fountain and Child and all, and ensure them enough but we went to the villa where they were cridis black masses and the maid found dead of a heart attack in the garden and the man died in an artesian well and there are drug addicts to get the pears, then I do tell everyone but then I think that is I have in my back. I throw the eye through the bars of the gate and is a darkness that is frightening, then turn my back to the gate when I hold very strong feeling that the first object in his pocket between his fingers, and I have a motion sickness when I realize that this is the phone. I slam in the bag for not doing more. sign third, fourth country, I'm coming inexorably home, I stopped at a traffic circle struck by something but can not seem to be snow, ice and indeed it is downloaded to the ground like a fish truck. ahead and on the right side I have the clay bank where I am as sure of us have dug for fossils as a child, I had even a tiny shell whole, and I kept them at home in the biscuit tin Danish I did not until my mom threw them in the trash, and even now I do not understand why. Scazzi me, I see a flower in a hedge and decided that at least tonight I bring home some flowers, so I try to capture but the stem is hard, I cut it with the Swiss and I take the flower, which, inter alia, to ' analysis turns out to be a fucking chrysanthemum. Oh well, I'll put on the table, five yards away from a cespuglione uprooting violet hydrangea. step outside the house than the average exchange games with me, I just know where his home studio with computer and needless to say the light is on. I realize that I do not want to go home and reached the path, step into the middle of the lane that completely dark flows on the playground, dogs bark, I bark, a few yards began to see them, they, the cats. are everywhere, lord it, and we see inside out. I try to approach one but I suck, then placed on the ground all the possible sources of discomfort, flowers, handbag, I approach, I move away, we study some more ', then you tired and disappears. also step in front of the beautiful old house with the tortoise, who knows if he is still alive, I mean the turtle. Cutting a rose bush and a pale yellow until I hole the index with a plug I think the turtle. I look at the pink petals, and according to which loses more than I already blossomed, but it's just sick and whitish mold has stuck below the corolla. the clean with a cloth, and I'll take it.
do the street where I live, and I feel very stupid thinking that instead of these pounds, liters, meters of terraced houses there was only grass and vines. step in front of the residence of amaranth T. and T., who summer between the approval of the street children had written a letter warning them that they should die in some way so frightening as to shit on me that even writing it. I steal as I pass the number 5 of porcelain, the yellow flashing light on the gate, anything that may disappear only to be my legacy and indelible memory and not reflected in the world of the living. I walk the few yards that I miss the gate without thinking of the five murder victims in the garden of pine trees in front of my house, nor to any other items that the myth of my own or of another memory has turned into living symbols, nor the kites made of wrapping paper and frameless because I was already full of practical spirit to five years and did not know that we wanted, and I was wondering how the hell did you make it work.
I get home, there's my mom in the kitchen, eat or smoke or do something else. I can think to ask because at one point I threw away the fossils, and I also believe that if you remember, but I give up and greeted her with a kiss. I put the flowers in the vase and I think what they are good together, I think Japanese art of making feel good with the flowers and I can not remember the name, it was something with the k, perhaps harakiri.
When I Was Young, Younger Than Before ...
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