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not public. And I have no more 'audience. If I post is taken from spasms and migraines that end up on the floor screaming. I have crises of anxiety, panic attacks and cysts. I am sick since July 2, 2007. I have depression. Or rather, the partner of my boss tried to get me to resign machete blows on his fingers ... but heroically, my doctor did not compliant

made me opt for the popular run on tiptoe. I will not return 'more' them '. This is a bit 'm'intristisce, especially' cause in my hut shinninng, there is an ADSL connection and my parents ask the charity 'in the station of Voghera. The summer and then 'was a shit. Whole. Lived at home with periodic inspections INPS who was very attentive to my disease. Emotional situation, sexual and 'the historical limits of common sense. But then I get sick and do what I want, like breakfast with MDMA and sometimes I even take my dear granny suit. Now, I'm going to stab the manager of the bar in front 'cause his dog pee on the tires of my Panda green. See you world.

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I spent April, May, June, July, August in a semi-vegetative state in front of an old oak tree trying to be the new choice: Siddhartha. Then my sleep 'was interrupted by a fly that merdaiola me and' placed on the right ear.

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and "Fanfare Ciociarlia."



not you feel like turning on a unicycle, with the clown shoes, surrounded by a dancing dwarf, the fat lady, the trapeze artist and still a few dwarf pussy, pero ' vain?

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Last night I dreamed of my dead dog, tied outside a supermarket that is biting. I had tied them 'to go to eat sushi in a swimming pool. And my dog \u200b\u200bdied, because it was summer, he was dying from the heat.
Perhaps they also made the announcement at the microphone to warn.

I do not make love for two weeks.
And I feel every day the object of my passion chuckles. The
seems to be a tear in the movie.
type this, he says ... A white horse in August film of 1975.

Summer of 1974 the family goes on vacation to Kinsburg Pugnochiuso in Gargano, along with the faithful dog Clipper. That 'the only company of Bunny, the couple's son, because' the parents have long been neglected and spiritually distant. But 'when the child falls off a cliff and seriously injured, the accident finally meets the American couple.

I want to die.

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not his son I miss his beautiful ...

... face fucking.

Or rather, they are really in love.
rules essential for peaceful coexistence: lie, anyway. Otherwise you may run into
This pretty much when the report is' too honest.

comments in bold are given by my friend Pulcinella.

"'Cause you're angry with me and I do not want more' to see what happens ...? E 'from 2 weeks to avoid me."

Pulcinella "Ao' to Guaglione, which we want to give n'a 'passed the daughter here ... eh? "

" Why 'when I lose all the magic I seek refuge in the only material things that give me certainty, always and forever unchangeable. And this remains so 'until' something happens that makes me put aside until the next time. "

Pulcinella:" Ahh, but 'intellectual n'u Guaglione we found ... eh? How nice! And instead of spaparazzarti He's 'is' a beautiful house, with his twirls ... eh? "

" What magic have you lost? You also know me and 'happened so long ago, remain closed for a year to write and to spend money on books. They then were there 'on the shelves, they could not disappoint me or hurt me. These days there is 'an advertisement' on TV about a movie that says, "Of all the words that I read, and no 'worth as a cafe' with a friend "and I was incredulos. "

Pulcinella," Lu mumento romantic tenderness. What are you to say? Until two weeks ago, you spit on them. But you know that Guaglione and '? Mo' that makes you a secret, and you ask him What '? Lassa stay .. stay loose. "

" I am not referring to the fact of friendship, do not have it with you. I only say that when they are so I do not give a damn about anything or anyone, and there is nothing to be done. Got it? "

Pulcinella," EU '... you've pinched the quick. That thou hast the CUORNA? "

" I know 'was to give you an example on objects. However you can believe it or not, I wish you a good soul and I miss you very much. "

Pulcinella:" Ohhh ... what a beautiful mumento. The daughter has run 'innamurata. "

" Oh Madonna ... "

Pulcinella:" Oh ... maybe tonight spaparazzate no? Come on that the female has run 'innamurata. "

" Here are my displays of affection are always Madonna ... "

Pulcinella:" This is not' a phrase eh .. "

" Do not I need women who love me. "

Pulcinella" AOOO 'and that' got him, 'come .. "

"According to our report of sincerity 'to tell you I felt, and' success and I can not help it."

SILENCE.

Pulcinella: "That and '? That and'? Finished everything?"

Next attempt to approach the afternoon.

"nice afternoon at the basis of: lady bitch, pawnbroker husband and daughter more paranoid 'exemplary dog \u200b\u200bcazzoneso' tied off, huge and very nervous."

Pulcinella 'Mo' as they say in my country, God makes them and then pairing them ... These two morons. "

And now I'm really happy!

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"I wonder 'cause I'm so'. Maybe I fell too many times by small chair! "
" Do not tell me you do not know how many times I fell from the tricycle in the driveway .. damn step .. "Damn

step and that damn gate

In age 'is not known, beautiful child moved in its backyard with the his bike latest model. I like to think of her mother's silk dress that looks a soap opera, right in the living room decorated in Art Nouveau style. Meanwhile, he shoots in the yard full of gravel, with bloodhounds behind a herd of English. Perhaps he was dressed like Little Lord Fauntleroy.

I like to think so '. Then all of a sudden puts a little hole in the wheel and scatafascia against the gate of his little house. Ah yes'. Tumbling falls and hits a crazy craniates against the step of the iron gate of the house tuuuttta Nouveau. The gate tuuuttto Nouveau. Suddenly tuuutttto his brain is still growing, suffers a trauma. Mixes naturally tuuuuutttttto. He gets up and want to cry, but not crying. Beat a dog slopes. The father smiles from the veranda. The mother raises the volume of soap opera. The child begins to teach the dogs to the murder of his brother.

the point.

Every time that comes close to a magnet but 'it seems that things will improve, opens his eyes and smiled joyfully. I think a piece of the gate is stuck in the skull during the blow. Or maybe somewhere else.

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Dialogue between two people who are mature and intelligent as

Speaking of women and men.

Ellis: "Find them you have to Leobardo more 'chances'..."
Demon: "It is' the last time you saw how many I have brought at home. "
Ellis:" It's better than the lame ... "
Devil:" I doubt it. "
Ellis:" Please ... "
Devil" ... What do you want me to regain faith?? "
Ellis: "I do not like what they'..."
Demon:" Did you see that thing on our site ... bla .. blah blah ... .. "End

Faith?

's newfound faith.

Or this of Faith.

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Thanks. For friendship can be 'found even below this CD and have it shipped from Japan in an alcove of glass and diamonds. Thanks.

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Every day at 16:18 a look of perpetual sunshine blinded me through the office windows, even when it 'cloud. This is' a law of survival. And after I survived the evening of Monday, 'I want to invent a love story ended well. Not going to happen 'never.

Me .. Quentin ... Marco ... and ... Uma.

Once upon a time in Ticino near Pavia lived a single mother with two children abandoned by her husband, her name was Uma. Thurman. Shared the tiny apartment with his friend, marriage registration, the Quentin Taratola. Quentin for my friends. Tarantino for others. The two were always broke, loveless and unhappy. One day in early spring, while the two were going to the tattered second-hand market to buy rags of the poor third-hand at the traffic lights Uma was hit by a shimmering red shiny convertible. The driver Marco, fully dressed in Dolce Gabbana, Gabbana with chunks in baggage door, got out and ran to see what had happened. When he saw the girl on the sidewalk undone, its eyes filled with tears. It was beautiful. The port 'to the hospital and while his friend Quentin wanted to report it, Marco tried to convince him not to do it,' cause he did it to spare the corpse Gabbana car. Cosi 'name' Alice, Ellis, that 'I am the narrator, I was momentarily at a funeral disguised as a priest. I was going to blow me, after my 50th attempt at suicide, was officially entered in a terrorist group called "No there is 'nothing' is 'Allah'. I arrived breathless and always dressed as a priest while Quentin shouted and screamed in his face with Mark, I in my class bishop enters the scene. Quentin allergic to priests stopped immediately pull down 'Madonna and calmed down'. We entered all three in the hospital and I went to the bathroom in the toilet of the men (of course). By 'Quentin also close to me and began to pee'. Of course, nobody here and 'fool, I began to watch him unbuttoned his pants. At that after a couple of heavy slamming of a slut Madonna lashes enunciai nothing short of blasphemous. He turned around 'with a face like a corpse, a priest who' was there, but not gay and wanted to call security. At that, as the only way out, I tore his beard, glasses, clothes, bombs to blow up and hugged him telling me that I was just a girl with many problems, not a priest, much less a gay man. He looks at me 'eyes and kiss me' with an unprecedented passion for 55 minutes. Uma while she woke up completely broken from head to toe. Mark was at his bedside intent on massaging her foot. They looked into her eyes and I thank him, 'but he did not remember anything. Mark shot 'out of 100 red roses to magic and outline' the bed, praising her beauty very nicely. Meanwhile, Quentin and I entered, he dressed as a priest I by Quentin with a camera. And so 'all born and lived happily stoned cocaine, from morning to evening.

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on Monday 'evening in a dance hall with a high power spot ... addescamento stagnated in the 70's presumptuous. Where the bartenders are moving fast and dart with their pants blacks and white shirt more strictly 'absolutely funky mustache. Where the ladies smoke their cigarettes carelessly Diana Ross. Where in the courtship dates back to the passing of the ages anthropomorphic "You're very pretty" and then fall into the "I'm sorry you're here with someone? Can I talk? "Well you '... I was with someone. That someone marched in black suit, light brown hair and smile solitissimo to Vanity Fair. He drank the terrible Gin Lemon in the kitchen almost tumbler. I followed him close behind. In the space of single addescata I was so very romantic, a boy 20 year old cute, but lame. We were in the smoking lounge. After about half an hour as far as my companion ordinance Scazzi lift my Chiappini and follow him. Speaking, His sweetness' libertine also noted the move of having given the lame my phone number. Then he set out his opinion: it would cripple me. And above all, 'cause I gave him my phone number? Mica to laugh ... I can make you understand that you are the only thing beautiful that I did not. Mica I can make out that I unwholesome result in a nightclub on Monday 'evening getting drunk, just to be with you. That Sunday I was waiting in your home and dying from sleep. Mica I can tell you again, like yesterday, which I adore. Or you're bellizzimo. And I see you for twenty years of my life, you drain the videos on youtube bored to death, you are welcome to make you happy. What I'd be with you forever. Well ... you are the person who waited for 24 years now. NRD
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E 'for almost a month since I write. You say: "We do what do we care? So you do not read anyone and if someone reads and 'by chance ... you'll see that there will be back' never again 'on your fucking blog." Well ... this I know. Maybe it 's also why I have not written more than' nothing ... the other reason even more 'unpleasant and' now is a busy woman.
is 'Strive A. After the fun of fixed-term contract' company 'and I ended up sbavucchiato that limit, they are officially became an accountant / secretary / bored and hysterical. My employer, satisfied with the beautiful belly full, I was enrolled in a course at the British to learn fluent English. Of course. The first lesson, and 'fall Thursday' last year. My teacher in an eerily similar to Anais Nin and talk to an Englishwoman hoarse throat cut like a Puerto Rican, another herd of Puerto Ricans infoiati.




After ten minutes I wanted to die with two fingers into the electrical outlet. Beat the 2 hours I was so 'happy that I ran to get drunk at the Cotton. My companion and tired hair, told me the beans of a friend of mine who does not miss fucking her to die, converses, but troublesome in courting. All text messages minute by minute. And my constant calls, noting the boy, who are the least appropriate person to give advice ... did not lead to anything. Friday 's even worse. Do not talk about Saturday. But I came to a salient point. Datto that now I am a busy woman on my shoulders and gravity of a company and its future course, I have to select very precisely the man who will be able to 'ensure a good life for my babies. Now that I'm a busy woman, just a romantic last minute solutions, drinking and troublesome poem from peanuts. I want to calculate, even accounting for all my life. Preferential aspects of the subject: handsome, nice and karismatico. Physical dry, high 1.80, graying hair and dark eyes that look like night in with sweetness (nrd sometimes has the look of the cake is about not pity ') very attractive and interesting, loves beauty, elegance in any form. Generous, comprehensive and very balanced. Nice inside and out. Conquers everything 'and that' gentleness and femininity '. A man who can engage in a passionate love story. Listen to beautiful music, classical, jazz, blues, she loves going to the theater and concerts, but most travel. Would live an unforgettable vacation in the Caribbean island.
In short, rich bitch, who claims to be a great chiavatore but no, good-looking, with the strange passion for beekeeping and vanilla ice cream. This
but 'does not say if anyone no if the catcher. And then ...

so I want a house ', surrounded by Mondondone not care if my hubby is sweet fucks the minors and see smut on youtube, I'll be' at home with my gardener Phil, but it will not 'to have sex with him,' cause I still love my husband and not well. Tell him 'my life over to the mountain ... and become friends.

Sparrow 'my sleepless nights to drink hot milk and vodka, watching the stars and remember when I was twenty. Pero 'avro' of money, a lot of money and the glory of an apparent perfect life. We'll go on holiday together. He hates 'to death all my friends and Chiaveri' behind me my friends. I do not know 'anything: I'll live' with an ancestral doubt, when you feel like that is going to a war or an epidemic of cholera. And tell 'everyone that I love, love, amoooo! It will run 'with the wedding ring in white gold, designer clothes from head to toe, constantly sedated, but with an enviable skin. And all for not disappoint me look in silence, shaking his head without being seen and will remember years ago when I was the idealist dickhead. We eat fish on nerves with my parents. On the walk on the beach my mother look at me ' smiling, and then tell me that this man is' like manna from heaven. I look at 'my mother and my mother will look' me a second too long. Behind us the sea will remain 'property.

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The passions and feelings can be assumed in virtue ', or perverted by the vices.

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Valentine

With all the ass that I gave to Cupid, now has problems with its real toilet.
But here is a folk remedy for morroidi, "you bark branches mint na tennireddhri ulia you."
(Hemorrhoids: put a bark of tender olive branches on the affected part).
We are already 'all better.
Happy Valentine's Day. And let's stop with these consumers.

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"Standing in the shit only meets the assholes who did not perceive to be so."

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the misfortune of a sudden ...

began to devour your shoes ... . Moreover new. I left my miserable and female barking vagheggiante last Friday ', with the usual tales from the bean to be master of my pseudo working days. Friday 'evening came and then placed me, throwing my humble clothes on the couch, in a dying frog pose on the bed with a single thought "I do not feel very well." Shining eyes, ball, a cadaverous complexion made him look even more 'dark fringe of a sweaty death splattered on the front. The even more 'boy vampire, sucking my lifeblood, did not for obvious his presence with the nice phrase: "Me? See You? Rather I'm listening to music at home and polish my furniture with the stock records. .. which is better. "

"What is' better!" Ahhahah, but it is not 'a phrase that said even a Smurf asshole? "

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smurf only in the Smurf village to take everything very seriously. And it 'a moralist, who believes that everything he says Papa Smurf is sacred, in fact supports it always, in all situations, but unfortunately for him, the other Smurfs in the village see him as a bit' boring, just because it 's always very serious and no joke ever.

Revenge of the smurf has done its damage: the consumption. I have tuberculosis. E 'for three days I keep coughing and my stomach hurt all the effort, and spit blood every five minutes pops me Santa Rosalia with a fishing rod in hand.
course this morning I went to the pharmacy and I turn 6 before finding one open. So I parked the My Panda decrepit green, but at some point have been taken by the coughing up of phlegm convulsions and sputazzamento. Passers-by were stupid. One even asked me if I needed a doctor, if I was well short.
Well then, get to die 'in the next 24 hours and that in two days and' pure Valentine's Day, to declare the end of my earthly existence, and like any Indian holy man, I decided the right time to die ... but you can do it http://www.magnaromagna.it/test/oramorte.php .

Now apart from the sentence smurf, I believe very fate and I do not like AT ALL as Gargamel's cat is called ....

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and I want a positive relationship (and normal).

I feel it coming in the spring. For two days I began to define my territory office by pee 'and raising the tail (they are equipped with a prehensile tail) emitting screeching meow, like a commuter railway that passes on the rusty rails of a railway station secondary.
Sunday, taken by un'impeto in vino veritas, I told the only male person that makes me a favor and shrunken, with its hormone-enraged, that he had had sex with former boyfriend is not very handsome - nrd. Friday 'night me and the guy said we did all'ammmore infoiati wildly as two hamsters and Bulgaria. It 'was amazing. The next day, and 'the crime happened. Sunday and 'was in fact confirmed. To remedy the matter, also on Sunday, I invited the handsome solitissimo the local for a drink. He 'arrived and I was totally drunk at the mercy of other people to make trains and shouting obscenities'. Of course I left without saying goodbye. For two days, Monday 'and Tuesday,' terribly handsome boy has maintained a stony silence, to my constant reminders of love (read annoying meows, like chalk scraping against a blackboard). Wednesday 'evening, after continued washing, I was pleased to come to the local solitissimo where expected. As soon as I saw her eyes (I do not remember if green or blue) I started to look like a miracle of Lourdes. He is 'mbriacato of brandy later defined "Too' mbriacato to do anything." He could not even walk. I'm excited like a chicken (Bulgarian of course) I'm holding my moods and blacks have not even had enough confidence to make the scene / rape of kisses. I am a bit 'scared. Then it was very Scottish cap with a sloping open type grandmother Gertrude. We arrive at Thursday 'where ns. nice handsome guy, yet he invites me to Solitissimo where he would go with her dear amicuzzo: The Untouchable. Can we also have a messenger like confersazione Normal talking about music (where I do not understand a fuck). Of course I was lying on the bed and in no time at all, I fall asleep and no longer 'to his messages. He went out. Package. Ops. Today I recover from the lethargic sleep and even utters cries of coupled nice to see her little person. The unpleasant answer, with no pity 'that tonight stara' home, if I can brighten up your night of dressing up as ostrich, bringing drugs from friends or rape. My presence is not 'more' welcome. Then, not content, I say exact words "I see you already 'Solitissimo room with others to get your Ciucca hahahah in the fog" and is defined as an adult because' these things already 'knows. How they end up. Things.
So ... I turn, I bow down with my pants and wait for things to go in their place. Just that somehow end up. http://www.myconfinedspace.com/watermark.php?src=wp-content/uploads/2006/07/v-for-vendetta-eggs.jpg

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Last night I dreamed the following things and participate in a circus tent, a betting ... It was a struggle between these creatures, real and bloody with a lot of blood and little heads chopped off. I had one, was called Fliky and had a black eye and one blue. Of course after the first fight, rolling her pretty nose in the boots of the others present. And I cried. I wept bitterly. Next to me G. with a sombrero and colorful winter jacket, looked like a Tibetan mountain. The shots that gave the animals were accompanied by the following exclamation: "Yatta '" and from the applauses of the whole crowd infoiati. Now ... I would not say, but the following part of the dream was orchestrated in a night full of prostitutes. The sprint that users gave to the young ladies were always accompanied by the same sound repeated whistles and curses. The smadonnamenti had in Genoese dialect. And among all that sweat and yell those words, whores and liquor, he glimpsed a door. Doctor House.

My unconscious needs medical attention.

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This post has nothing to do with my new look ... I smazzero prophetic intellectual 'label' shit 'and them', warned young people, I'll post 'when he wants to' suck and just become one.
Good. I hate you. I am a person with a great sensibility 'and love of neighbor. It happened a week ago, the day I knew my 24 th birthday of a boy, cute, intelligent, living and apparently single. Now ... I know, I'm an idiot. You can not 'after you know a person by just 3 hours, settling in perfectly with the sheets of his house. But ... I really liked. I felt love. Today, after admitting that his son was missing and that he had no internet at home, I was printing my work very romantic .. He said what? It is about a speech that he and I are a fag, after friends. Acquaintances. Almost unknown. Which has two other ducks on his hands. And all this after you have spent 72 hours stuck on his arm, you have spoiled, spoiled, pampered, flattered ... But in the end, this and 'reality'. Estimate more than 'an affectionate person who held secret, with the possible move of prestige, any Squinzi. So now my destiny stands before me with all its grandeur: to be 'all my life with GG G. But that 'has B And I? Not me, not even little 'fuck
... I just have to tear up all the stories I had prepared. The thing that gives me more 'discomfort that together we have also looked at Pucca. And I hate Pucca.

And these are his last words: "I'm sorry if I made you angry, we might even take a drink together, no? Necessarily have to finish them '? "I like you and I like you as a person, I'm sorry still, I'm curious to read what you write. Fuck! "

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While I hate snow du du du durururu

still 24 hours of nullity', then resume 'issues where they remained. For now, there was a fairly dark and quiet enough where you can stay in the hand of anything, not breathing and not moving ... well I'd be there. The controversy hated the glass half empty or half full e.. When the glass is' your only foothold in the world and it's snowing outside? "Do not look. I do not want the snow fall on me. Plagiarism charity 'as the last beggar, someone plagiarize in love, in love thin ... then I'd be out of the snow. And laugh.

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The crowd advanced, deployed in the Prada flip-flops ... those who never "Schicho Schicho" even if fording a river full of algae and slime. Besides, if I had a couple of thongs Prada, not ever wade a river, especially one that is called before incalanarsi Staffora and the City ', down from the mountains steppe. Just get to buy a flat disarming factory color "London smoke and fog most 'Thames'. Charon is almost written with the beautiful overhead "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." The crowd then advanced ... or maybe that we were slow, like lizards from the walls of Willow well, we pressed against each other, slide. My rubber flip-flops muttered, rattled and were rumblings among all those angelic features and scents of vanilla ice cream. Then, after the streets teeming with tourists from the park down the stream, the picture changed summer, was changed. Li 'there were only tourists without a permit, pools along the river to cook, with all the ambaradam grids, umbrellas, sunscreen of LDL, children, and carrion dogs. The alcove of the underworld, the stage before being ferried. It was moving over the life of other things. Under ... you could only attack the white stones hot. There were still under worlds of vipers and murderers child who raised the stone and the mother who called him ... and his father attempt to drink beer sixteenth, the dog in the river with the ball deflates, the grandmother who died left in the sun, dying of heat, but also called his nephew with a gasp. Among all this, there was life in all of this, the real one, the one that size. How to get naked and mix them and see ... see ... fucking get cut in August, being cut by the heat and mosquitoes. Outside the fence. Out of all the fence. Before his death in a tourist or filled up as canaries sull'ennesimo flight to the Maldives.