I know. 
- Hello, please, I want a cheeseburger, fries and a Cosmopolitan 
- Men cheat for the same reason that dogs lick balls, because they can. 
- They know rebuild a jet engine but when it comes to women ... What's so mysterious? It 's a clit not the sphinx! 
Charlotte - My vagina is depressed 
Here's how it ends up,
nailed to a window we
spectators melancholy
of impossible happiness ...
I'd give my eyes
to see what you see.
energy, cheerfulness,
to tear you still smiles. Tell
yes, always yes,
and succeed in making you fly,
where you want, where you know,
without that weight on my heart.
hide the clouds
that winter and that hurts.
heal your wounds and then
some teeth in order to eat.
And then to see you laugh, and then
see you running again.
do not know how it feels to hold,
gather here to defend yourself,
and dress and comb,
whisper and not give up.
Stars that are now silent, but
give meaning to the sky.
Forget, some people forget,
absently a flower on a Sunday
and then ... silences. And then ... silenzi.Silenzi ...
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mov ing ·
adj.
1. , changing or capable of changing position: a moving target. (Mobile)
2. that refers to or involved in a move furniture from one place to another: moving expenses, moving van. (Of / for / removal).
[...]
5. That raises or may raise deep emotions: a moving account of the tragedy. (Moving)
We announced a bankruptcy and a takeover . Here we are.
Piss-ano has been six months. Here since September 29, the hypothetical February 29 marks the half. It is not adulthood, is the age of my blog. Piss-ass has a little brother to leave was necessary to grow and grow peace (d) and (i) senses. Now it's time to go and resume peace-ano.
Piss-ano has dramatically increased the production of pleasure around him and regained peace (d) and (i) under the eye of the storm. So there will be difficult peace-ano-ano without tumult of piss. The convolution to say that the hyenas will be with you, and perhaps not only them. After all, nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything changes.
But the fragments of a diary epic need a grammar of myth, they need one or more heroes around which thicken. It takes a combinatorial game but we still have all the elements. The bet is that someone playing it if they can invent.
Moving, indeed.
Verses Bestial
close defeat for the tobacco smoking, all the bars to beat alcoholism, government policy makers to defeat terror, all the media to defeat the fool acute (highly contagious, destructive, one of harmony and the revisionism and the attack on the bubble wolf splat ), the churches to overcome the idiocy and gradually at this rate we can get close the fallopian tubes because mothers often generate balls
(from the inaugural document of ' MCTF)
1. The Movement for Collective Vasectomy (hereafter abbreviated MVC) is his analysis and the principles of Movement for the closure of the fallopian tubes (hereafter abbreviated as MCTF) .
2. The MVC declines in male dell'MCTF and conclusions, considering that men also have their share of responsibility and must assume it is matched by the latter with a reasonable proposal for a vasectomy group.
3. strongly reiterates the MVC and at times vehemently that its raison d'etre is the state of things and the reason of state. The MVC leads to their logical consequences counter to state forms of terrorism and extends to all phenomena disreputable. Security (security) of the citizens comes first, even when they are erroneously believe the contrary .
4. The existence dell'MVC is coextensive with the persistence of any terrorist phenomenon, idiots, asshole or pocket. The official slogan and is registered under creative commons "Let's get a cut."
5. support to all proposals for clarification of any consequential logic of state intervention in favor of the dignity of a little 'what the fuck it seems the powers that be is automatically given dall'MVC and, if possible, the male rideclinato . In particular, the MVC adheres to the proposed burial of the absorbent used in Lombardy launched to support the initiative formigoniana burial of fetuses / embryos to advance the proposal for burial used condoms, stained sheets from nocturnal emissions, and any other receptacle of sperm as possible (including terrorists who practice the ass bareback). The MVC also wants to know where the hell did all the sperm that now there is no longer in limbo. Retroactively if you still want to know the good and the good of the pre-Christian not baptized - including many philosophers and kings - they have been unpleasantly so far to wallow in the fruits of shameful waste of onanists or if you have separate rooms.
6. In the appendix, the MVC contends that, because of the use is too widespread it does to the general population of prototerroristi, the five-pointed star is removed from the symbol of the Italian Republic, in line with stigma which is currently being .
The task this week reads:
"Write a love letter nice and long"
indeed ... if we do not think anyone else ...
with you already incipit is difficult. Any "Dear" or "Dearest" would refer you to the advertising coop, I would think that the ambiguity of the term economic and affirm with peremptory angrily that "twenty-five Euros for a blowjob is a price to Mr. clearances for staff activities"
And the problem with this explanation incipit we passed - we must always go to the metadiscourse level, right? Rejoice in making life difficult for others or what? - But I have to write to you A love letter, and beautiful to boot. Write to you on the door alerts the unwary suitors rose with a note: "That still called" love "is nothing more than the fetish tied to a particular commodity: the human merchandise." Misanthropic fury and snooty.
No, you do not want love. The pampering rituals are neither hot nor lips neck, fans are not biting on the nipples or be intertwined on a bed smelling. I know that this is only the indispensable condition sine qua non erotic. That's why I love you, drawn to the sensuality that emanates, the sensuality of a white square on white . Every gesture is the result of a combinatorial of formal elements in which each signifier is treated as the words from which extract polysemies unforeseen, unexpected influences, ghosts. The love for you is a language game, an exercise in style, a story waiting to be transformed into myth. On this ground it myself - I / you - are not able to win and achieve, but the more torn a smirk.
This love letter is getting a letter from a desperate looks in the mirror with anguished irony. Nay: are you so perverse as to prevent the anxiety arises, that the drama takes place, that there will be some kind of catharsis. Your intellectual satisfaction deformed his face with a sardonic mask. The sadistic and masochistic continue to meet and exchange their roles. Dizziness and ethical abyss of wickedness. That's why I love you because you are a trifle multiplied and distorted in a thousand ways to fill outer space and subatomic interstices. Uncontrollable is in the direction that the infinitely small to the infinitely large, lacks a sense of proportion. Give it up: you are not a myth. You are not even able to write you a love letter. What does it take to rattle off all your encyclopedic qualities, to exalt them poetically, thereafter declining skill in the garbage saying that love and to praise the virtues are but then all good - and citeresti Rilke - is enamored of the defects that? What is a love letter if not yet a wise combination of minimum combined hand until they take effect, giving the illusion of giving something back to the reader? Just another literary product ... No, this is not what will warm your heart.
If I were a pessimist would say that it beats them redundant. The humorist in you would say no, because the heart beats repetita Juvante. The analysts observe that systole and diastole are simply un'endiadi. But no, you can combine in a simploche, and so retorizzando ... This is the flaw I love you, to the detriment of all your word games can not you say that those are all attempts to tear him away to give it to someone. You have to be yourself to sympathize with the tragedy and heroism of that. That's why you gave up love, because basically you're not a communicator.
Now, however, please do not cry do not make a fuss
pathetic
repetitive
remember
which is a gift that you could not live even if there were
this ethical tension in you to turn everything into a giant exchange
gifts and hearts and not think about
Mauss LéviStrauss Malinowski
SanValentino Bourdieu was I could give you the opportunity for this reflection. Crumpled a bit 'eyes, smile a little' less sardonically. I love you.
God will be grateful and who knows, you might even finirci embroiled in a strange story. Among other things, God almighty broom. Trust me.
'Well, I see it altered, but I hope I never have done it closed in on themselves with this topic. She has certainly every reason in the world to complain, but, you know, certain costs are as great honors. "
" I'm afraid not to follow. There is something that escapes me ... it's rare that I'm missing something - you can understand. Rare and awkward. Is clearer. "
" I was referring to the appeal which has by virtue of that fairy tale about who has the most between important parts of the body: if she boasts the title of Lord of the Organs-"
" Excuse me for interrupting you, but there was a misunderstanding. The title is Lord of orgasms, not of the bodies. I seem a keyboard? I mean, she sees us, I do not know, in some state funeral to play a Lux Aeterna? I light it then ... is that if they see often. And what then? I will also be flexible and resilient ... but a full keyboard! No, no, no, you no doubt have misunderstood or misread the fax. But it can happen, I understand, you know: I inevitably are forced to write with his ass-
"Excuse me, but the invitation still in moderate terms. We explain this rather other means, then, which boasts that viewers and some others who do not ascribe to her, "
" to others? And who else? "
'Well, for instance the clitoris, or penis"
"The clitoris is my good neighbor, yes, and rather too strung, but is only half the time. It is said that the mood. As for the penalties, I guess you are talking about the asshole? "
" Please, please! Moderate terms!
Yes, I referred to him, however, that many of us would designate as the Lord of the Orgasms "
" Who? Him? The Lord of the Orgasms? My beautiful plays, Having said that he too is the once and no, I while there are always , I do not want to believe that mica what you think of your parties so the Lord of orgasms, right? "
" It seems that you are not on good terms ... "
" Frequently but not always satisfactory. And of course: I'm all a bundle of nerves still active and he, instead, is there between the pendulum and the languid staring at the ground sheepishly, still waiting for a friendly hand to pull it up, one of the people this kind of know what to do. So happens that I meet him only when he is worthy of a little 'more emboldened, alert, as one that goes and come with upright habit. So allow me to measure myself with him, but unfortunately are often sparks! First of all because it almost always comes without knocking, and then no sense of proportion, when there is thick, when deep, when the most beautiful t'abbandona tired foaming at the mouth when he starts for the verse wrong and there is no way to put it back on track ... at best able to do the hard for about ten minutes, and are already rare. But I must admit that, in rare cases even more, of course, proves to be worth something and authoritative sources on the history of sodomy in the past say that its performance could leave amazed, amazed, stucco! In fact, the exact words are "salt". It is a pity that this rain of fire continues to rage in the Middle East. "
I speak to you from one narrow, curved. The bright walls and a lake bottom are the setting - both aseptic and unhealthy - in our interview this experiment. The character is not without effort now give us preferred to maintain some form of anonymity in order to prevent the undeserved reputation that precedes it is dangerous to the interview itself. We'll call him then, as he himself decided on Lord of the bodies.
"Good evening!"
"I almost ... ... ... for behold! Ah. A moment and they are right with you. I can delight you with some notes of my song? "
"Um ... maybe later, thanks. Terms what he is doing well. "
Here you can see the Lord of the bodies, above us, the contract in a last effort crowned with success ... ..." His is a mestieraccio, right? "
" Uh ... ahhhh!
I do not speak! Every time I start, I seem to never come to an end. Hmmm ... You see? here we go again! But, now that you're here, I will detain me. "
" If he believes that ... on the other hand Freud said of her great pleasure in holding that proof, but associated it with a battering. I do not mean to offend you but ... "
" Uh, Freud. But I face the pleasure - it's appropriate to say! What does that Freud knew about me? And then I was always so uncomfortable on the couch than the shrink! I do not make us rethink that come to the fissures. Let me quote educated, I do not know ... "
" Verlaine! Verlaine has dedicated a sonnet! "
" Look, after all he did to me and I did for him, was the least, was really the minimum. Because I would have deserved a whole poem! But has this? Not a day passed that did not need me. "
" Like all of us, on the other side ... "
" Oh, yes, but him ... and then I compared it to pebbles of reddish marl, the caillots petits de marne rousse . I mean, look at me. The stones look like a crown of reddish marl? I do not think at all. "
'Well, but before the name was also pink purple
" It was just an attempt to flatter me to draw me to himself. I saw from a distance, and began a whole flood of saccharine verse ... but she knows that he mentioned how it was going to end up: in tears, milky, he said, but still tears! And sometimes even blood and tears, you know? But he failed the blood, the profiteer, and speaks only of tears. Damn romantic! He and his friend that dickhead "
" Come on, now calm down and not foul! We live. "
" It is good that the public knows. They must know everything. Let me say, let me vent, I finally take this opportunity to speak my mind, or not? No more summary information! The public has a right to know. And then I'm nervous or not. I can not do anything. I'm nervous. For centuries, even millennia you send me the worst elements of your race. All here! Knows how many assholes ... "
" Moderate language, please. This is a public service, there may be children listening "
" Look, things are called by their names. And then I did not call them that. You see an asshole and re-go-lar-men-send it to you here.
know how many assholes I saw pass by? Dozens
. Dozens
.
Centinaja!
of all kinds. There is never peace. Never. From hard ones as if they were a crock of soft baby food that can not be softer, but they are also, without doubt, the bastards. Rather they are the worst, because they pull for long and do much of the fuss ... not sleep at night! "
(end of part one)
He arrived in 2007 .. I know I'm paranoid and now I have proof.
I found some letters written to my destination ideal exactly a year ago .. Although this year has been full of new things, some good some not, I find myself writing the same things then .. Precisely: I'm ******* in the next 363 days !!!!!!
Always the same story, you know! If Christmas is the feast of altruism, in which everyone devotes a sweet thought to People that love, New Year is the celebration of individualism, where everyone comes to terms with its past and just ended with their future around the corner!
At least for me is this: He spent the first hours of the new year to retrace the movie moments and feelings lived and, wisely, choose mostly positive ones .. But that smug smile outcome of good memories, slowly loses its wholesale fold up and degraded in an authentic and ancient grudges, that existential sulk and I recognize that everyone needs a day to find out why .. Or better to find a plausible reason to explain it, but not necessarily warrant it ..
Well, today is the day of sulking "not-want-the-new-year." I want the 2003 !!!!!
The first year of university, the end of first love, the great inner revolution, cramps, fears, the fear of the first febrile steps in the life of Rome, the uncertainties ..
Now, I can not look ahead for fear of how I see them: bored, frustrated, tired, listless, and continuous silence splashed with myself, first and foremost, and with others, then. . I do not want this 2007! No, Nonono ninth !!!!!!!!! I want a 2007 that is like 2003!
But if so should I give up many things that I have won and in 2003 they were only chimeras ?!?!?!.. Should I give up a half-degree .. In a "you-want-good" to which I want so much, well .. Complicity reached with my friends .. No, not good!
So, how I want it I'm damn 2007?
Whole ..
slow (not too busy because I have a short memory) ..
and teach me to not always be the eternal unsatisfied ..
understand what I want!!
Here, half a conclusion I have reached!
Luckily January 2 .. so do not worry I will not be so throughout the year !!!!!
Forgive me for the mental ruminations and Happy New Year my friends and you're all happy with the 2007!
