There are now so rarely on here, that I very nearly forgot the password. Meanwhile, the window view minibalcone Ursuline nuns Carmelite bitches, kids were screaming like pigs get slaughtered and hung by their balls from the slaughterhouse hook. I wonder sometimes, but what they are feeding to sti here 6 years and who are as big as cows grazing, whose deep voice hoarse smoker's Roman township, who have 45 feet and I'll fuck intercepts only if their eyes and complain if you split the nose with a newspaper?.
When I was little, shit, I was little! And I had all the small little things: the little voice, her little hands, the facciuccia , the teeth, legs, butterfly and we understood each other. They meet them at the corner hidden behind a dumpster who want to sell crack and anesthetic for horses. He says: "Last month my daughter leaving asylum has suffered a sexual assault," "My god, a pedophile", "but no, it was his own age, to be honest was a tad bit younger ".
In short, to see them, the monsters of our times, would not you of riprodurti . All that effort, the belly, swollen legs, prolapse of the bladder, the huge expansion of tits, stretch marks, then, as suggested by biblical, give birth in pain and you are out of this alien you stick to skin for months until, just will not say two words on the cross, will send you to hell. Then you see them turn, the parents totally dominated and depressed, with huge SUV, equipped with baby walkers, tricycles and strollers and lavaculi and Cock and decks, then when you get out, get there to pull out all the 'paraphernalia twists and turns you, you've spent 40 minutes and then, what do you resolve? you just slip the 'alien in portaalien him, the record time of one nanosecond, he begins to scream. So, in general, the largest primate, the one responsible for defense of offspring, if the bears throughout the afternoon, so when you retire at night in the cave, he will go to rot arms legs and chest, for Not to mention the bone lumbosacral dislocation .
will I rode a bit ' ass in this period, but everywhere I go I see that horror. Yesterday I was at the mall of course, is not it properly il posto migliore per aprire con se stessi una sentita riflessione sul senso intrinseco dell'estetica dell'essere, se mai quello che ho appena scritto significasse qualcosa.
Però vabbè , necessità. Ero al centro commerciale e succede come per magia, come fossi in un sogno contorto di quelli che ti fanno sudare e che vorresti svegliarti ma non ci riesci, di quei sogni che un freudiano interpreterebbe come in genere interpretano ogni cosa, scopare scopare scopare, ma che ovviamente non è così. Insomma, sono al centro commerciale e vedo questa tipa, che la cosa meno coatta che ha addosso è lo stivale bianco a punta con le frange countrie , smoking. That is, smoking.
FUMA.
cigarette in his mouth, cigarette butts on the ground and smoke in the middle of the mall, all lights and windows, babies and families, teenagers with pimples, people dressed in orange or electric blue or green to promote the new drink milk or whale cream for the face of capocollo pig, aseptic place par excellence, where every two feet so big there is a sign that says no smoking, and this smoke.
At that point I was supposed to go to her house and repay the anger that made me feel. An avalanche of outrage, a Fracchia of outrage, a quantity of N-squared perennial outrage. Go to her and say something like: you have hibernated in 2005 and will thawed only six hours, you're blind and therefore do not see the signs, you can not read or what? But then she would split the nose with a newspaper and I'd ended up in hospital and then I got a faint and be like Dante, have left the scene by cmq my terrible figure.
