yet another useless post
Another round of bullshit. Now away with
That time, my lady! (trivial comments on news stories trivial and, moreover, taken from TV):
At this point I presents a serious dilemma: Should I be serious and bring in a gigantic preamble just to think I'm soul-infused Fanfani and similar samples of all the talk for hours without saying anything, so I go down to business without wasting any more time, but you're having the Claudia Colacione Koll to Reservoir Dogs in art? What he found God, I say. I still feel sad that now a blow to so much waste that I have to imagine situations to get me on the sofa in the Bishop type: burgundy brocade back to check disk from which mischievous one leg wrapped in a sinuous stockings to 120 dinars. A little '(a lot) spoiled, but at least people are enjoying the situation this Brambilla (*) backwards!
(*) Please note that Bramble is the surname of the person who did the honorable Pivetti discover the joys of the thalamus, transforming, it is true, in a kind of schnautzer-haired, but at least it seemed alive.
But let the fly to some
Thoughts on Notebooks Gramsci :
Fear, eh? The only thing I can say about notebooks Gramsci is that I never read, quietly, so I will avoid the Pippone I had in mind, so that was the most self-referential, chopped and have seen you can imagine. However, I lost 13 kg on a diet of herbs. Want to know how?
But last night I dreamed a scene of "Boum," which however has never been shot but I knew I was seeing the same time apples. If you think it is a film 82, at the time that I was the age when you say "kiss with tongue? BUT THAT SUCKS!" maybe tonight we can understand why Penelope was played by a very young Nicole Kidman Vic and promised to become a fat nose crossed by veins and broken capillaries for abuse of pernod.
Instead of Flashdance I remember only that it was a film populated by guys with the monstrous shoulder pads and leg warmers. Ah, yes, there was also a dog. More than one, actually.
But already there is talk of me (hey, hello! Welcome to my blog!), I have to inform readers about
what disturbs my nights
apart from the cat lies down on me, of course . Ok, but then to you that you care? The unfortunate thing is that I seem to have become one of those paranoid ass armored they do not say anything about himself and no longer trust anyone, the same ones that left me very puzzled when I saw you blog in their locks as low, remove from friends when someone is allowed the lone voice and a great desire to be heard provided that they gave him all right. mah.
End of the moment of sadness, and I would say for now anyway.
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