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23:39

23:39 I are all off I hear noises and only a few mild and quiet!
How long was that I felt an atmosphere so calm. No noisy neighbors deaf, nothing crazy Opposite her daughter too crazy sounding the horn at any time to get the garage open, no cars passing by with the radio blaring, no screaming fights or anything else.
Only the slight bustle of the hamster wheel, or the reassuring voices of my parents, but speak softly at this time as all normal people!
all sleeping in the building, and people who do go in the car with the radio off, or at least do not sound the horn.
And in this relaxed atmosphere in minute eclipse me in my a queen bed under the duvet with my teddy bear and for a moment before falling asleep I will come back girl.
Goodnight Italy.

Ikusa Suvia смотреть

are a type antisociale

am an antisocial, I do not care about anything ever, I do not care
the opinions of the people.
naturally hate all hypocrisy moral
hate wars and weapons in general.
I hate the taste of the rhetoric, the economic miracle
the enduring value and lasting
radio awards, carousels, TV, film, radio, rallies, car and fridge
no Ford in my future!

dreaming of life And you girls actresses,
attention away from me to you:
I do not like to be good, let's face
agrees that in the end are always grain-free ...

I hate modern life made a scandal and bills,
sounds, committed intellectuals.
hate stems from the spider bodywork
enchanted his clothes and shirts all the same
who do not know about cars and fashion,
summer of adventure made the mountains and the sea,
Empty and full of self-importance if the dress does not a bend,
while I put what I want ...
are no assets, are against marriage,
not have what is known as a place in the sun;
I love all the great ladies, I prefer the mundane
because to be honest I am the sun ...

I love all the lawyer, the bourgeois, the come-
hate the good and honest family man
almost always worried
arranged to see me if I'm going to make love to her daughter ... I am a

antisocial, do not feel like doing anything, I
on the boxes are all the people.
In a desert island I want to go and live
and nobody will disturb more
and nobody will disturb more
and nobody will disturb more ...

An Account From Ww1 Soldier Trench Foot

Buon-giorno Acido Acida Acido Acida

This morning I woke up with a bad day, it rained off and usually I like the rain but not when I have a fever, sore throat, cough, and I return to work.
So my decision was to be extended by one day my illness, I have to go to the doctor after a request to rewrite the certificate.

This morning I woke up and the TV had been tuned to MTV [I often fall asleep with the TV on] on this beautiful canal, was shooting a video that asshole Fabri Fibra, complete with a Sick Girl dancing in the background. First thought, poor Italian town of silly and balls. MA silly and smart ass, a category should not be underestimated. While willing to sell out to make money as the fish market. Fish, fish with empty eyes, you see that goods are not fresh and genuine.

After I open Internet, while I have breakfast with hot milk and rice crispies [puffed rice in milk that goes plop plop plop plip], I go on myspace, the first bulletin of magic that crippy seeking comment on his photos put in a model: and I ask myself but why should I comment on your photos, where under You write "I'm cool," when I only think that you are fat like a cement mixer and frankly, at least you did not undertake the so-called because of the large sizes, you can not use the title of model?, and it is useless for you boast, yet I Sebben stage and re-cap removed only because the stylist was my friend .. but if not who I wanted. But you
magic crippy you? Why do you have with your poison awakening Chiapponi shot in the face, but crippy magic mirrors in your house are made of wood?

keep my navigation and known, that all people look at the profile of which are girls, ugly or beautiful is not given as there is to know photoshop, making gothicdarkfetishzoccolander fashion clothing, make billions of photos posing etc. .. etc. .. perfomance do [to go on stage to tie my friend and I spit on them are also good]. I
When I started taking pictures alternative, an alternative was just one thing, each day has a photo album of all respect.
I wondered, Where are the girls of old Gothic, graceful, writing stories, poems, photographing cemeteries, places ruined, with whom you could talk, even music and literature as well as clothes, on the public Internet and that their "works" instead of 20 photo-ass breasts to the wind?