An Account From Ww1 Soldier Trench Foot

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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?