I have a stomach ache moderate. A hungry beast. A pimple on a roof. Confused. Need a pair of red shoes. Just lit a cigarette between his lips that is consumed. Posted a lot of stuff on facebook bulimic style of the web. A garter for New Year. A life very healthy. A cat more and more obese. A strange desire to live. The usual color to Tim Burton . The rickety shoulders. The skinny legs. The muscles toned. The house that smells of boiled vegetables. A Brompton . Many friends. Good intentions. Few complaints. A mad love for salads of Naples. A fast pace. Hair questionable. A job. Usually the dream and the usual ambition. The nail enamel. Leisure. A trip to do. A appointment for the cinema. Some atavistic fear. No new fear. No good purpose for the new year. A feast for 31. A package to be withdrawn. Thoughts to myself. Thoughts for us. A personal record to be overcome in the race. Smiles from strangers. Increased self . A nice pack figures packaged shit already. Un'irruenza increasingly difficult to manage. Less outspoken. Less hair everywhere. And most importantly, a new aesthetic.
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