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I live just over the trench. After the campaign began Selargino my way, with its mud, sparse trees, fly-tipping and cars burned. On the opposite side of the country begins Viale Marconi. Yes, because it is an avenue into the city.
Selangor is not, as the saying goes, neither fish nor fowl. We pass to a description of his fabled inhabitants whose gaps are plugged with fantasy.
There are old people who live in dilapidated houses campidanesi appearance, but in my opinion will govern more than concrete. Well, they are real villagers: selling fruit by the front door, woven baskets, cazzeggiano in the square, selling wine by the front door, go to the pro-loco to be a trump. The fact that the fruits, wine bottles, their lungs are gradually embraced by a necrotic layer of smog will not change their habits, the giant screen that have bought the pro-spot does not change the way we live television: during the world were football matches, soap operas are on winter afternoons.
Then there are the non-pensioners. State employer from the employee. The latter deserve special mention. For entrepreneurs who wish to earn some money out of not only civil servants and businessmen, surveyors, artisans and traders, but also those who, for example, a teacher of the pubic sqola bestows students repeat the disasters of today. I'm pretty busy in their occupations, which often lead them out of the municipality, in the city: the case of hybrids. Sure, some only work here by the little house, but that does not change their thirst for the city. At home you can find all the latest technological developments, not to mention the case was a BMW exaggerated, and if they can not afford an Alfa Romeo. The comic aspect of these people is that they may surprise you to speak like peasants were still tied to the land when in fact they behave worse than the worst consumerist of the Earth (let's not forget that illegal dumps are those who swell).
Finally there are the guys. An amazing race, the youth of this place. Of if they bump the ground, their fathers have inherited only the accent and dialect from the language casts. They live with the freedom of the children of the country: as parents and grandparents with them behave in the usual habits, they reach a certain age children can do whatever the hell they like in their free time and have to obey as slaves when they are home. This just in general, of course. This education has left them very much, both of which are fantastic examples of moral relativism and ideological. They went to church for years and years have cursed, just as an example (this was an example of religion, I know, settle). They aspire to the fun you can get a Karalis, of course. How many fireflies attracted by sbrilluccichio than that in the end, let's face it, is a city of shit if you think the relationship services / population, fall riding on motorized wheels on the premises that the sidewalks over illuninano Viale Marconi.

This post, of course, does not contain anything to what I thought.
E 'was written because he was spending too much time from the previous year, to take care of your ridicule.

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Since the web log is made of writers and commentators, it is obvious that sooner or later they will find themselves influenced each other. It 's so that sometimes the compiler feels compelled to say some shit. So we begin the rant today: If
in its initial phase this blog was really a virtual diary where wiggled my personal anecdote seasoning it with colorful flights of fancy to the sky, slowly became a popular meeting place for little empty attend a demonstration of my fucking grammar school. Now
not misinterpreted, I say "fuck" just to look a little bit more rebellious than objectively is. And even those that seem to diminish the flights remain a true expression of the IM, which I appreciate and agree with (such as those that are not just for the sake of being nasty to go around complaining and maybe commit suicide and the dirty sidewalks of blood ): I rather despise in this way, maybe even laugh at you. The point is that in criticizing myself m'illudo identify those same flaws common to young people "shit" on duty time. Youth is in fact always shit for those who speak around: as different from the previous year and then direct to unpredictable weather (bearer of new fears, that people want to do without), as REMAINING with "dangerous" and subject matter perennial suspicion that the children want to succeed their fathers prematurely, not giving them a way to supplement their shit (I'm older and have a right of first refusal, by God!) because, finally, plain living for young people themselves, which often feel "squeezed in the dark dungeons of their time" and that sort of rubbish here. At this point I could improvise a sonnet, what do you think? Let's make a beautiful sonnet on youth:

you shit they say that youth is
In the most re-read essays and kicking stages
But when you fall you get tired
AND subject only answer, harmless, low prose

already stale already see in the clouds The new world of obedience

The old feeling adventurous, I feel the same,
Gondolier novelty that appeared unto thee

Fatale and necessary: \u200b\u200bDANGER!
"not be allowed to offset the illustrious
thorn in this latter abject whimsical game"

Dicon guarding the infinite
hawks to forge the sharp hard
Road in a few of us that we can.

Ale, just to prove that the legacy sqolastica.

Someone could read between the regenerated so far put forth a strong vein prospettante desecrating a cynical and pessimistic at the same time confidence in a bright future.
And why, you ask, there is still this duality of positions relative to life?
A sensible response would be that I'm a fool to miss one week of age who has never had to pay a bill. This is the main reason, if you thought you were right. Constatanto in fact an inevitable decline in general, continue to weigh, as the candidate, that what happens to me can not be the best possible. If something I'm not going to act to change it, then allowing me to give to understand that acting individually as well do good to others.
In fact what you wrote is completely deluded convintone of his stories. Its formula has worked for now. It is not known whether it was a simple "Culu cagau" (large fortune, in Italian) or an actual efficiency of the style applied uncaring. What is certain is that the writer recently had in mind a sentence perfectly on consistency, which promptly forgotten
why I intend to leave open the question of consistency until I can not remember what deck I decided to write, and soon conclude the post without even recheck the rocket I threw it down. I hope I never meet a confident your lasso disappointed.

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E 'the sun set on your seventh mortiversario.
Back from the gentle laughter that I tear this city a little 'gray, but fragrant, my thoughts will fly to meet, some of the goal in your arms steady.
The memories I have of you are those of a child who asked her why her alone, alone against the world from massive oak and live. That's what gave me: a roof over his head and the specimen flowered importance of owning yourself, we men vertiginanti edge of the abyss that our only salvation we have a balance between the divine and aberrant.

He turns the world to its flowering in autumn, as desired by the tomb might calm your thirst for peace in the colors, my beloved and reddish brown in the stately birth and death.
I saw your pictures, small bidduncola, created and consumed by the city: and how will never be true that our hearts are subject to the same empire? And 'the soul that unites us always in a bond that goes beyond blood, life and death, two people of different ages have happened on earth to enjoy a modicum of days.

You'll be pleased to know, dear mother, that the sun rises again on the next generation and that the people of the earth grow and proliferate happy wallowing in varying degrees in their endless mistakes. There are always tyrants and idiots, the present-in the spirit-and-coy in their rotting flesh. " All together on the same fields, seas and skies, all united by the same mortal nature. And while 70 of your youth, take the yellow patina of legend here are performed almost the first new non-existent '10 of that century, to whom you would not cross the threshold. Western people always think the past with nostalgia and pathos we see the strength that seems to have lost. In fact, the Western man does not possess this power since he forgot to be part of everything that exists in the chaotic cosmos of creation. Since God made a person, lone hero who solves the world's problems, and poor industrial city, maybe not too smart in terms of interpretation, when a question does not feel answer any further questions or you put it more simply slams the ball back and front of the TV. More sad and desperate than before, is treated with oblivion.
I do not know, Fernanda, if your shares go from that, but I would like to reassure you that for better or worse to survive storms special new era. Television is banned at one time from me I look at our walls, those comics that I sequestrasti leaving the care of the bad weather I've recovered, and re-read several times a hundredfold. And thanks to them that I discovered a new landscape of reviving optimism.

This sparsely that I said is my silly world, where many still grow up and die many times before. There are strong values that gives you the earth and the air in the morning when the alarm campaign reminds you that plants do not grow on their own, individual uniqueness is often trampled upon for the purpose of profit and I think at this point I'll have to find a fucking your girl I need it. In conclusion, as you know, I get this in the West that if things go a little bit skinny "to hell", the oriental concubines come forward pretentious, with the desire for affirmation of who wants revenge after a long silence. Like Japan in the Great War, the entire Asian continent seething some of his personal wars, but also the identical purpose of growth and development, the thirst for living well as Westerners. My hope
never tamed is that these poor people to bring back here a little bit of common sense, in all likelihood, you went to take a holiday there. Perhaps it is the hunger to promote self-discovery and wonder if they make the first McDonald's to drown the Chinese or grease them to awaken in us a thirst for spirituality. My answer is my hope that the joint is the ideal purity that naive I see in their eyes and thin to win this dream to study language and culture and make them my own.

In my short life I have found some good friends and still keep with the old, the sister who never stops loving you the most pure of a child when he is on the threshold of the tomb her as well, the grandson who was so impressed by your personality, this family still think your a nice gift.
Now I'll leave that there is a fantastic film on Rai Tre, a bit 'dazed but very interesting. We hope that bloggers do not do shit that took me an hour and a half to write this little 'bit of ranting.

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Dear Mother Goo Goo Blog

I'm back to you, beloved readers.
You have broken the post prevacanziero and you are right: it is ugly and anachronistic.
Other than holidays, the approach of Mr. Fall and he will soon be time to go sqola for the last fateful years. I have already started to study and get back on my bike, it was therefore time to open the doors of the new season also to my little blog.

What, in my current state of my expectations. I changed school heading for a choice that drag behind vague fears and hopes veiled. However, I feel I can say once again that "Whatever happens, the face it with a smile." It 'certainly not a pure and innocent smile the times I saw rising "Watching the Sky" moves me in the dark side of laughter, the mad and cruel. And the attitude of cynicism draws vivid in my consciousness which is then cured from the swamps of depression at the price of a partial recovery of childish facade and distortion of my person.
My ego has always imposed a life of service neighbor. He has indeed caused by the necessity of sweet oblivion my own aura when I make people happy. For a long time was a genuine spirit of optimism to push my feet: a real faith in goodness. But I've lost over time, without knowing how to give up my state of grace. If people around is not good for help, as before. And then: "The company, first of all, but I miss now and harmony has always been the spark capable of clinging attention as well as to nourish prace. I have only
worlds and fantasy worlds outstanding. This allows me to feed my character yet, but it remains a sad note hidden by the glitter of the stage. It will be so that no feel the outside of those who already know and I looked in the past.
But fear not, Elemental is not lost! When faith makes up to fate remains pure reason. And this, a great friend, continues to show me the way "for the better." My life will be so and I have no doubt that the road is long and intriguing, and the goal still is not seen, to my great fortune! It will certainly be short this disease of the mind that struck me. Above all, whatever has become, they are to live and know even more magical world.
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now missing a handful of hours at the Rendez Vous for the trip.
In a corner, the recorder grind discography of Black Sabbath. My father, however, insists that I should sleep. I already know that will never happen, but he's battered quite resolved in his cock. Unhappy with him ... I can almost envision Bedford, the usual English town. The usual storage place of foreign students (not vedeteci derogatory statement). But I have no idea what I expect from the IT perspective. Will I be able to keep you informed of what's happening? You deeply interested public? I do not know, but I hope so.
The case is still open and the hand luggage tired, but what is missing is very little. As usual, I forget something. So do not worry me too much and I "enjoy" the last Cagliari moments of heat. Not that I expect that somewhere freezing cold in England. But perhaps a little 'rain I can catch.
In all honesty, I Termit. Look forward to hearing soon, one way or another.

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The elevator is large. It seems more like an elevator, while believed Jacko joins the half-dozen fixer of Justice. The elevator moves, and the half-dozen well.
neurotic, browsing through a stack, bully a curl, a tie rack.
Jacko can not but feel uneasy: they explore them one by one and fears them. Those faces disfigured by life would never see them one morning at his mirror. Neither likes their presence Showers, fan only pain and disgust, looking at him strangely, the door moves on. Jacko pops out quickly hoping to find the office, the studio of Dr. Merladis. Just what, at that moment, opens his side. A tall, elegant man stares into his eyes until it moved, thanked his head and walks away while stretching the neck out of sight. The boy confirmed his hypothesis by reading the label on the empty table, asking permission - I come in? And this fact brings her head shyly over the profile of the door seeing a chair in the voice that calls with his kindly pray - pray. The right of Jacko instinctively runs to the hair, too messy, dammit! The chair hosts an enchanted never seen before and the heart and capricious, it seems easier to find a position. Maybe he will want to see the mystical opalescence which catches the eye like an ark twin magnet, which drives the steps toward her and snatches the breath from your lungs. Already, the body does not belong to an instant and more enchanted with fright Jacko admiring the folds of brown hair down to the grace of her neck to her shoulders and then lower down to rest on the white shirt. Her legs, clad in floral flared trousers, resting comfortably while the girl crossed the newcomer curiously peering between his fingers and turns a roll of sewing thread.
Jacko would appear, soon realize who comes to speak anything but easy. But too much tradition, from the lips has already earned a gasp disconnected the air that climbs to the ears of clumsy Aura causing the most beautiful smile of creation.
"still sick this season?"
Hemm, lightens the voice asked, "No, it was just ...."
"And what would be your name, poor boy?
" I'd be ... Jacko "replica panting the name of the woman who has kidnapped.
" I rather my Aura is very pleased "
And here's the electricity sull'avorio between his lips ... "What are you seeking in this office?"
"Should I talk with Dr. Merladis ..."
"But there is apparently" joke with feigned indifference Aura.
"Uh .., you would know you tell me where?"
"Who knows?" and bursts out laughing "I recently switched to the side, fool!"
"He was that guy?"
"Exactly, that giant is just my father, Dr. Merladis"
"Oh, I know ... it will be very busy for you to know?" demand the visitor more comfortable.
"I'll definitely miss you're made for today. Now it will be already in the classroom and then go straight to dinner with some colleagues" and by telling her shoulders animating the hair into a cascade of rivulets.
"And okay, then I go back tomorrow so I know the road now,"
"Humm, now you know but now you do?"
"What do you mean?" Jacko lost
responds "How about to close, I'm bored closed in here ..." __________________________________________________________________


Jan had just finished placing the last bomb, and now prepares to sneak out of the building. Upon your out on one of the corridors, however, had to realize that he had made a mistake.
Around him there were only dozens of employees, leaning out of their positions, the office doors opened wide, the corridor obsessively busy: the wrong place, essentially.
His wrinkled striped shirt for red had never seen in these shores, and his face even less. But do not lose heart and tried to escape gracefully from the fucking situation. Except that which ones had never been informed of the courthouse and not casual in his gait took him to another place if not a dead end. Stifling a spontaneous "shit .." turned to a suspicious woman who kept working teams from the lower four feet wide and asked Who are you sorry? "It's his business, madam, tell me where the exit
Yes, but what are you doing here, insisted the whore attracting the increasing attention of some colleagues.
"I asked where the exit could not tell me much without sticking my nose, eh?!?"
I do not think the right way to ask a favor, sir. It has not been submitted ...
"All right, my dear lady, then you also arranges with his doubts, the output will find him alone" and tried
the way back, more and more nervous. People are now looking at him with interest and damn distracted by the tension hit a man of his stature, a man who was offended.
"So, Messer in a hurry, wait for his apology, please do so at leisure" uttered the stranger, holding his shoulders. "Do not touch me!" Jan hissed back pushing hands with violence "moves curse." But Dr. Merladis was not willing to obey and when he tried to restrain the intruder felt a metal object under his clothing, a form dangerously evocative "A gun, exact, "said Jan pulling" And now you know that rises from the balls, please "said screwing the silencer. But the fool decided otherwise, unleashing a super-fast right to the face of the gun. A stroke left solitary refuge in the flesh of a poor shitty that curiosity had lodged too far, and the next opponent sank in the clothes that had turned to look at the wounded. tedious screams and entreaties followed, but before he could do something dangerous, Jan had already walked on the face of Dr. Merladis different times and with great joy. Fixed the arrogant hostage grabbed the first available, a kid that parents did not know where to park. "Bad day to bring children at work, gentlemen! "mixed with laughter as they move took him to the deserted corridor and yelled:" Now everybody out stronzoni, come here before me or the brain of the kid ends up on the wall! "A small crowd gathered in front of He exchanged glances of terror, rediscovering the pleasure of the insult and blasphemy.
"Well, now we take a walk. Go to the exit, nice. "The advance was not easy, as the baby wriggled all the time, serivrono quite a few punches to the stomach to make him see reason.
" All of you, now turn around and stand still! "And We arrived at the elevator, kid ... now April, bravo "The child runs holding his stomach and holding tears then turns to the mother, still in the crowd. All right, little man, you were very good. "You can go gentlemen, rejoice because today is a day of holiday!" One shot, another injured and two new refurbished, led the group to invade the stairs screaming and running towards the exit. Jan while you drag the kid in the elevator and pressed the Bottene of groundwater.

A herd screaming rants about gun shots and passes in front of the office where murderers and Jacko Aura chatting amiably. The horror on his face convinced them that the fugitives would be best to imitate them, so rush down stumbling and bumping. Do not really worry about, rather it excites them and having fun can not help but giggle while consuming the last step coming out shortly after the portals. Outside, it has already gathered a dozen bats, in addition to those that were already present. I already caramba head inside while the two boys look puzzled and do get away. A pulotto stops them and brings them into the pile of future interrogandi. "What the balls does not want us to be here now ..." Jacko says angrily. "Ah well, I do not rest at all!" Aura giggles and shows a man in pinstripes who approaches a hurry. Let go of those two points to them, pushed the lieutenant that serves as a guard dog, and add your name to the invitation. The lieutenant and starts to wag his tail and says, Go well guys, There is no reason to hold the two of you ...
"Why I? Jacko question surprised the girl "What do you know, ask him not?"
Yeah, how come, too? damanda uncle of Aura. And he does not respond with the phrase "You're funny, you, go home now." Aura dear, come I parked the car near the distributor. Aura greets Jack and dragged away by his uncle disappears, too fast to react.

Jan proceed to the tranquil underground, as he knows them by heart. The baby rests attached to the door of the stairs, the elevator has stopped just arrived. No difficulty even in the dark, in which he sees as if it were day. While easily reaches its staff output, calming breath and wipes sweat. This story really began in a world of shit, damn it. The first objective and I do already discovered. The bombs did not mislead ever, but from now on I will have to be careful, damn it! Found, through the passage which he studied for a long time out of the car park of the Palace of Justice. The output will certainly be monitored, Jan. But smiles are not so much jerk, not so much. Reaches the side wall of the parking lot and look for the drawing on the wall, with an infrared lamp. Here it is, the patron saint of the fugitives frog hehehe, let me in the door baby. Kicks the wall, previously drilled in order to weaken it. Budge. The second opens an already with the following hole and the road is wide open. Curls up now for the narrow duct, about ten meters and has already reached the public underground car park. The machine is up to his place where he left an hour earlier. It runs quietly toward the door and triggers the lock, the key turns and wheels follow, bringing the front of the station where thirty pay for parking. There is no one, no problem. Jan enters the cabin and you own the receipt, the machine goes up and reaches the barrier blocking the exit. While you insert the card to open note with a touch of pride that the entire building is surrounded by soldiers fucking while there, a few dozen meters away, the culprit fled undisturbed. The machine passes the bar raised and facing the roundabout with a sprint and a scoured, heads up towards the Hill Urpinu and leaves the field open to investigations of law enforcement unnecessary.

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Jacko's cell phone is not the picture, his phone does video, and do not read mp3,
not surf the internet, mobile phone Jacko to play. It 's a message, those who wait.

"Head to the courthouse, the porter has been warned and I will lead"

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's dark corner in which the issue. My name is Jan, a stupid name Christian.
seems to mean that "God had mercy" What is out of place, what bad taste ...
I am here waiting. I died on her lap for stolid sheep, good for you, you just, for stripping the established order that the person and the opulence of his ill breeding.
Go, therefore, cursed aloud and does what you need.
The lobby of the Palace of Justice is wide and comfortable. Echoes of footsteps, heels. Low voices and glib diatribes are crossed along the high ceilings, between the pale glow of meandering reflections of the lamps and marble on the ground. It 's a constant parade of gowns and ties: in and out from the big portals and windows on the back of the room they breathe, in their turn, up and down the grand staircase. So Jan trasperenza ice goes from the atrium doors that lead him where it should. Here he is following the flow of automata and hide among them, and some steps. Comes a disturbing light, imposed by the glass frame up front. With haste almost alarmed Jan salt the steps, gaining relief from the sun that's too dangerous, compromising. Of course they have no way of realizing the companions of ascent, dominated by very different spectra, nell'affannarsi busy on their lives. It does not fall on the suspicion that strange individual, who met disappears between the second-floor corridors.

Jacko saliva springs other steps, outside the imposing building. The sun and the people caused him great discomfort, a reason to speed up and gain entry and immerse yourself in that hall. He made no effort to identify, in a corner next to the portals, the aquarium where the caretaker boss was swimming with two other patrons. His steps, suspicious, I approached the cabin did not know who was among those individuals knew what abrebbe help, the desire to inquire not even a little stroking. In those moments the opposite corner of the room in a stranger chameleon s'intrufola herd of sheep, looks around and runs towards the prudent floor. But Jack does not see it, the casual observer of a bullet hole on the glass that separates it from the three men. Waits for doubtful and finally crosses the look of the just man: he stole a look from a photo in the folds of his Puzzles and waves him to approach.
You must go on - he says - The office will recognize it now, good luck.
Thanks, I'll ... use the stairs?
coll'ascensore Make faster, you find it in the hallway on the left.
Jacko leaves behind the man with a nod and take the path indicated.

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It was a quiet day of May in the Piazza Repubblica, where Jack was waiting for if one be sitting the bench. The warmth of a timid sun caresses her arms, a warmth to an already excessive heat intolerant he was. It was a light wind from the sea to wash away the hassle and shake their hair cut short but already thick. He waited.
Beside him chewing the Café Europe, already well fat, the speeches of the young elite of the town.
"The future leaders" thought Jacko in gaze, in a listless contempt always fashionable, but often only rarely fooled. In return they threw derogatory comments on some scandalous features of the beggar over the glass. "Have you seen that hair?" Do not even remind you of a toilet brush? "Ha ha ha, but they have the money to buy it, a brush?" I doubt it, Terence, you have not seen that kind of shirt door? "Eja, is: very reminiscent of the cloth used for floors and it cleans the chick from 7 flights of stairs of my building!" Maybe it's his son ... "Ah, yes, laugh too: after having finished the chick steal rags, and makes us this shirt for his bastard son, Can you imagine?"
"Far be it from me to disturb your pleasures classist, guys, but I would be very grateful if while not hinder the view of the Palace Justice down there ... "
" And that gook who wants to fuck now? "I think Terence eyeing Shusaku, sitting at a table behind a blatantly one occupied by his group. Trattavasi of a boy about 13 years with features distinctly oriental, who blissfully sitting behind his lemonade was watching straight in the eye, to mark the index page of a heavy book to look at and of course reading and a fucking smile on the Mona Lisa on his face. And thoughts that never hid the annoying eye Shusaku? "If this gaijin demented with mushroom head that makes me miss the call Terence prey, I swear on my soul that fractured his penis." Jacko
nice but diverted attention from the dispute that was to emerge between the two different cultures: the delay began to impatiently and that place sucked.

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slowly pouring the river at night through fields and woods excited: fremevan the red hair to the winds of autumn are wont to linger on the ground, in the heat accustomed to snakes. Therefore, the river flowed into his bed and unusual snakes by surprise and shook with malice carpets of leaves Harlequins, who sat waiting carezzavan loving.

"How varacasti the gloomy threshold, my sweet lily
do not remember, not your voice and breathing crystalline
Your smile, yes, and I still yearn
And your mouth over my vampire" said

every day that this, his eyes fixed on the water running under it, the heart and hand away helpless. Each dawn waving his hand sadly, his lament peaceful sunset and continued until he could not wait for another, after all, nothing but a providential oblivion.
And so one day the lady came crawling on the spirit of wind and smiled from behind his back. And he burst into tears a lot, recognizing the beloved in the tender embrace that now tits neck, reassuring words she lifted it from its hold and followed her into the woods. Here she is in front of him, red hair loose and flowing and the invisible hand, in his flowing white dress and dragged him away. But he did not speak. It seemed strange, so far as the ear him, who for years had not heard!

"Ah, what torment, but never where we
Where you run so fast with such fury
Now that I am finished all my trouble?
And even missing your voice to the memory ..."

"Sssshhh"

answered the angelic figure, it was time to speak, were there to come down the stairs!
And as we descended the light disappeared, and slowly via the rainbow, and goodbye to blue. The scale
them sank further into the unknown, to the screams and the horror of the world there.
And the lover in waiting too understood that the time of return had become late in the day.
One day, recalled, did not return to my house and from there became a tasty prey.
And here's the angel in the huntress silk change treacherous and deceitful.
Red hair: blood dripping, burning as lava.
And the sails of his moves as horrific ridges. The
saw his face and his nefarious features.
"Enough, being indigestible
I want out, I'll die!"
"You became my lover too
waiting lying on the meadow"
snarled his evil grin.
"You're dead wrong spirit, joints from Siam
fallen
Rest, is your house"
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To answer ... My apologies

No, these are not post that make the blog what you want.
You are good artists, the attraction of the crap that you need to pouring out to the public. You know
concluded to organize a post in itself, do not make lists of things like I'm doing now.
If I start thinking about how to write a thought I leave things completely unrelated to what I say.
blog as I wanted a place where writing is a good idea maybe coming down the street and talk.
think it's beautiful: I am an exciting story that intuition and all of you to comment on it.
The blog is not to complain, that comfort comes from the screen?

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As usual, I was away for a month yet.
During this period, following the collapse of emotional manner described in bold, baroque and pointless in the previous post, I lost everything.
As you know sooner or later you grow up, they come into contact with "reality." I always thought that in a negative way and I must say that I had guessed right in: it is a very destructive process and the gains can not compensate even a small part of the damage. Where once I had reached a state of serenity that tackle everything with a smile, always to think well of everyone and everything, to be called a blog with a similar name, now that state is good that went.
Just to complain about something, make a list of what I have not:
Security, sprint street as well as the love for myself;
Optimism fulfilling, self-induced pleasure now the machine is jammed;
Fantasia;
My pick of Black Sabbath, I lost it;
love for another person.
As you see now indulge even on regret, one thing is absolutely shameful and horrifying. This post sucks, I'm sunk in a fucking mental autism and I do not do anything useful. Not that my actions would be useful first, but at least they were well made and offer good benefits.

And here I am back to a teenage use of the blog, without tirarmela so I vent and I'll eat my shit, I hope you enjoy it. Do not worry, I'll be able to regain the right hypocrisy in short, as they are able to kill nutire and love for everyone (just experienced, trust me).



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Thus, still muddy and sad, the young man emerged from the muddy world of adults taking the usual route to the ruined his eyesight.

"Elemental! But where was she?"
"Sorry, I was lost for a moment on the way to infinity"
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"I fell a thing"
"Ah, yes. Come all that awaits you beyond"

So headed to the opposite side of the street the young Elemental and his friends inquired about what happened with the mutual interest 'a away from the others.
And when all you were told of the events and businesses were now arrived at the glades of the beautiful world of fantasy. And all the grassy expanses s'inchinavan the gentle surf of the winds away, the hard nature of its rebirth reigned heaven and earth in a magnificent green solo. And here rivers flow scoundrels everywhere sowing streams and tributaries embracing, rattled by sparkling wit, accompanying their guests aquatic insects and scaring too inexperienced. And every tree gave fruit in profusion, and chocolate cakes and packets of cigarettes, and Travian account with 5000 population, and all the things that children love (yes, even vibrators, yes). Everywhere you looked you could see people happily busy in pleasant occupations. And while the Elementals were going to the secret base, and still there was talk that the time of separation was painful and long but now wished to investigate the feelings and desires of the discovery, as it happens between friends.

"It 's been strange, do not feel no longer with us"
"I apologize, it was indeed a serious distraction. Yet even your voices seemed to disappear: around me I saw only cattle malevolence run mad, encrusted with its horrid mucus, haughtiness and arrogance of hypocrisy "
" Will you lose the glasses "Celiano mates" and yet you say the same animals you have ever seen, and with great pleasure to have screened. How t'intristisce now as all the others? "
" The reality is that the sludge dear life I was poisoned, and I am sad because I see myself in the mirror, as all that howling mob ... "
" But what nonsense that bad words! C'insegnasti yourself laughing as everything to solve problems. Did not you say that you lose in joy is much more satisfying to win the suffering? "
" I said, and still believe "
" And you did not say that every personal flaw is an opportunity to joke juicy? "
"Ah, but my beliefs are not to fail, that life is finally put to the test with Grandee force and slams and strikes me as and when more like the "
" Do not go to discouragement, which of course the weather is not over: the sweet Spring gazes rule, do not be consoled, perhaps all this floral? Elemental
Ed sighed through a shy smile
"And 'I feel so weird, you know ... still pretty stoned, so here is"
"You'll see that this alone will give you the peace of mind lost, and we believe that we all look ! We finally reached the beloved secret base "

Indeed the base was visible in the shadow of a slope, in his vestments and holiday fragrances vociava home. All the people gathered there was enjoying the beautiful day exposed to the sun again met with calm, all those trapped by the magic of spring pollen.

"But that's great, that son of a bitch Elemental is back, Yay"
"Look who it is, the Mental Elle!"
"Holy Merdona, returned Elemental"
and so to follow each showed their joy for guadente discovery and the young hero took his place among all the other thinking of the days to come, the caresses of the star and the shining of kisses' Argentina Moon, the nights under the stars so beautiful in a place where they can not be vague and pig god I broke emmenomale write so that I did that just to finish this crap I'd had enough and I was also forced to not a post months that I did not want but could not break the story off topic stuff and fuck all.

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Dialogue with a piece of metal

The boy came down the hill of the spirits inficchiti and went to the very limits of human domination,

the cliffs and the sea lapping want.

gazes so absorbed in the waves spill over again,

the boy drew his knife and began to observe it.

Here, flawless weapon: you are in my hand like the grain on the stem of wheat. How perfect t'han made the cut, injury, how much you hurt me too, that while t'uso for pure defense. It makes sense to take you with me yet?

I traveled a lot of shoes with your weight on your belt, and always the bearer of light and I felt safe. And then I realize, I fear. Light was your usage and the implication of who jokingly Rising up liquid emotion.

You are my daughter and also my companion: what if a great comfort to me about just show me how to make you useful to the void on which we have to walk. But if I look at you, I speak to you, just answer me a reflection of my past mistakes, murky blasphemy, of an imaginary force.

And so for days, the boy stood on the cliff to look coldly reflected in his memories.
When he raised his decision was made. The sword floated on the waves in a large blow back to the safety of his sheath, and the steps the child took the way back.

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Entering the land of men is not uncommon to see the stony hills. If you retract them potran you notice some strange facts. As the world of deceit, in the fields, is dominated by a roaring buzz on the hills do not hear nothing but the whistling of the wind. And while nothing is moving on of them: rock and loneliness are only a few feet high human decadence to be caressed the darkness from the sky. What is this oasis of stillness, which is nestled among the rocks, your strange hill? Question absorbed the young traveler, and an old man replied, from his throne of rock. What you see now is stone tortured by hordes nothing thinking, air and time. But once these stones were ideals that were running free in the streets of the world. There were those who managed to ride them for a good stretch ... died, burned with passion, or fell defeated, but they did so with a smile and were happy with their lives. What remains now? You see yourself, my dear child: we are here to remember old and the rest over there to die.

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The Ideal Search

A boy s'addentra for the human lands. Move your search to the adamantine Peace that has always inspired. At each step, however, here it is doubt and despair in her eyes you can tell the object of his desire from the usual filth. The land is crossed by countless men from these pits and the smell of hot sal rot: I am a stay of the parasites, intent to be consumed from time immemorial. Who wants to bring in some other places to sink in that the soles Ooze. And there is no hope of anything other than eat human brother exhausted most of the other, helpless and desperate, he gets food who does not see his fear and disavows his face.
And so a certain time of the boy crossing the streets in force, armed, and all of a beggar. He has not and does not ask for hope: scared hiding in the folds of his ragged coat. Expect the next moment every second, without thinking more thrills and cries for nothing but to fly off his head from his neck. But the ideals aliens push the boy to avoid such a fratricide. And the beggar to the next question him to keep his blade, said it was not that it is food that smells like dead meat on its own. Her eyes empty and reflect off the image of the boy away, do not understand how hard ancestral move those legs between bedbugs and cockroaches, among traps and carcasses.

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plowed fields

A boy s'addentra to the lands of men. Moves toward peace seeking his dream in glittering crystals. At each step, however, here it is doubt and despair in her eyes you can tell the object of his desire from the usual filth.
The land of men is covered by endless furrows. From these warm salt smell of rotting pest populations intent to consume each other since time immemorial. Wanting to cross these lands, you must sink the foot of the mud and eating the fruits that grow there you have to kill people, more hungry, you become weak.
And so a certain time to face the boy sees a strong, armed, and a beggar devoured by time. There is no hope for the beggar, who intimidated hides in the folds of his ragged coat. Expect the next moment every second, without thinking more thrills and cries for nothing but to fly out of his head from his neck. But the ideals aliens push the boy to avoid such a fratricide. And another question because the beggar retain his blade, said it was not food is what it smells like its dead flesh. Son
two dead eyes and empty vedon reflected the image of the boy away, do not understand how hard ancestral move those legs between bedbugs and cockroaches, among traps and carcasses.

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Scorched Earth

My chest hurts, stifled by my body lying on the asphalt. Quest'asfalto to which they are linked by blood, kiss him with my dirty mouth wound and while I lift his face from the scorching caress. From the lips a little liquid air to ground when chasing I rise on the legs, getting up at all, even without the mastery of the senses.
's still dangling that I walk in the street, and behind me I leave the dead My innocent soul: how I would live to the view that dominates at every step? Remains excavated from the huge desert winds only serve to remind us that greatness is fleeting, while corrosion eternal. And what about this war-torn streets of ambition? Runs through a forced sudden detours, and no longer has his way, his great soul. The ground has been burned by the wheels that have trampled on, they killed the engine stopping and planting their tents on its banks. I have no place in the camp near here, with his family and his clumsy smoke shouting: live in the illusion of being foolish home quand'ancor mortar are not yet exhausted my wounds and hunger does not stop. Where to stop my steps? How to quit the dull chaos of these stupid people?

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Die Ragnarok

wolves times, times of broken shields

Certainties flown away from gl'artigli

featherless eagle, and more not taste

My living without penalty or cost:

Siam reached silly mistakes

What I do not want beaten into regrets.

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Let's get your strange habits

I do not know why, but at this moment I felt like posting.
must have been the comment of the anonymous in the previous post ... the very fact of wanting to communicate with my lack of topics that I feel and taste it in itself becomes a topic.

Have you noticed, in this respect the resounding success of the stupid test bizarre habits? A mixture of boredom, frustration, year to date, lack of good ideas and want to escape with the usual (harmless) to talk about things "strange".
Maybe I should not put so many problems in the post, in fact something that is always rant, just start talking and let the words flow.
In fact I know I'm not like everyone else: are arrogant, opinionated, and I admit it, I say bullshit and I admit it. I should make better use of this instrument and who knows that my shit do not become refined over time, illusory and do not seem to fade into sweet words with any purpose other than to suggest important nonsense.

Someone told me that I write well, I write interesting things. But re-reading what is written you can not find anything but the human life, which I do not know of anything but universal, but many details. Tell me are more interesting and enjoyable than the sterile who tells his day? These considerations (and forgive the quest for confirmation) are useful in some way? I have not started a blog to vent but to confront, As established in the very first post. And that is why my posts are so poor and full of doubt, no apparent end. This site requires petrol and that is you, my readers. So to expect much (perhaps too), to be standoffish, unpleasant and often difficult to read. 'S why I ask you support to improve.

As usual, write me clear my head, one more reason to continue ...

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RULES: The first player of this game begins his message with the title "Your five weird habits" and people who are invited to write a message on their blog about their strange habits, must make clear that Regulation. At the end you must choose five new people to show and link to their blog or web journal. do not forget to leave a comment on their blog or journal that says "you have been chosen" [if they accept comments] and tell them to read yours.

The evil person who forces me to do this is called Laurettola, and found in linkseseses ... then proceed with the compilation, that sucks ... A number

O!
One of my strange habit is to begin to make the shower starting from the feet instead of the head. I do not know why it is strange, but they told me that everyone is doing the opposite. How you doing? I'm interested ...

number Ue!
For some time I started to produce a kind of wheezing, or whistle if you prefer. My father claims to be a manifestation of hysteria, nervous, and in fact think so. I'm becoming an obsessive maniac?

Number Thre!
I liked to eat paper, although some years I think I stopped going well as usual because it is a long time. Many of my books read in childhood have corroded the edges as a rodent, it was me.

Number Qcuattro!!
I often fail to do something before they feel totally alone in the vicinity. This is pretty stupid things, usually. Given that so you do not understand, give an example:
I'm wearing, and I realize that I forgot the socks bathroom.
In my home to go from the bedroom to the bathroom you have to take a short corridor onto which all rooms of the plan. So if there are too many people on the plane (A is A's too) are not able to go outside to take the socks, I stay in a corner of the room half naked and blaspheme until there are none. In these situations, it should be noted, are also compelling-type anal sphincter (see = I lose my pee-poo).

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Finally, I would leave the eating habits of such monstrous.
But I eat so much plastic and wood (I think the primary). I think I also ate the iron several times, but never by sporadic cases and the frequency decreased over time (as the paper mentioned above).
still remain, wood and plastic in the home life, and when they are on the road I like to lick the windows (is that exhibitionism) and I really like the hair ... female though.
They told me that I must stop, which is bad for your health and other things that a mom would say. But I have not ever sick for these things have been bad for too much Pepsi, never too much cellulose.

choose anyone willing to do this test.
If you do not come out five in a hurry, but ... in fact I do not know what to do if they all refused, confident in your readiness. And then I'm curious to know your strange habits!

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These days I'm posting only on the new (English) blog.
will the madness of A (n) no new, a bit 'too much study (unlikely) ... other things of alien origin (papabile hypothesis).
If you want to know some shit in the old style blogger without pompous archaisms, go to this site and try to understand my English ... I was told that I write well, you see.