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This weekend I took a dip in that of Germany, Germany moooltoooo high ghghgh almost holland in practice! I went to see one of the exhibitions for lovers of Europe's largest reptiles, in fact there was to go crazy in there! I drove 11 hours Friday and 14 Saturday and Sunday night! I ALWAYS change anything because of the corporate machine ... a couple of times Saturday night I was going to sleep = 0 / but it was worth it! here's the new entry in the family!
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are beautiful right? smakk smakk

Artificial Intelligences (A Snapshot)

Miles of empty in every direction, and center myself.
It must be so that you feel a neuron in the skull of Fallaci, apart from being sick. I have none.
I do not have the money for a taxi, potentially more useful. It's raining outside. A deluge "a la parisienne," ... only with water instead of lead suburbs.
also raining inside, in fact, the ceiling of the hall has more cracks and holes of a heroin addict, but not euphoria. Maybe even in the rain
Fallaci's skull, it would explain many things. Sometimes I wish it would rain "a la parisienne". And are the times in which they are affectionate.
However, I must go home, I have needs that blondes are waiting for me. And to wait for a lager violates my every moral principle. Imagine that the models waiting for me at home.
'm stuck, and the time flies. I do not, then this is also included.
I have no choice. The situation is illogical, the only plausible solution is even more irrational.
Cursing my offspring and wishing myself years of constipation, make up the numbers Andy.
Three rings, a click, a hum softly. A metallic voice.

Voice: "replies the answering machine of Andy. That is me. In effect, the voice is mine. That is, Andy. But technically it's the voice that speaks. With my voice. Wow. Like, do you remember the ventriloquist? Here, the same mechanism, I think. It is as if the voice came out from the belly of the secretariat, where is the box. Like ... any sound. No, that is ... not that I had sex with the secretary, I have not made pregnant ... I think. Anyway ... I meant "I
: " God, take me .... "
Voice: " Unable to process request. "
Me: " But what the heck ... "
Voice: " Unable to hell. To continue in English, say "English". For the English version ... I
: "Huh? ... Er .. English! "
Voice: "Malay is not an option under the menu. Can not find item: Malay. To continue in "
Me: " English, English ... fuck! "
Voice: " Tres bien. Pour laisser a message, dites "Je suis ce que je suis et si je suis ce que je suis, Qu'est-ce que je suis? " " I
: "And if you piss on your hard drive?"
Voice: "Yeah sure, good idea to threaten me, so now you're in deep shit, humanoid."
Me: "What about ... Give me Andy! "
Item: "Costringimi" I
: "I'll kill you"
Voice: "... You and what army, Shirley?" I
: "Formatter your arrogant interface with a double ax"
Voice: " Sublime. You have selected mode "Aboriginal". The remaining menu options will be illustrated with imaginative dances and onomatopoeia. "

threw down his phone temporarily adhering to various religions politestiche, to have more material to blaspheme. Shattered by emitting a heavenly sound, very similar to that of kneecaps accountant on the bumper of a BMW.
I can not wait to buy a BMW.

Andy: "Sorry I was in the bathroom" I
: "What the fuck was that thing? Listen, I wanted to ask ... "

stall. A still image blurred and shaky, a silent film in Aramaic, stuck on a frame indecipherable. Here, I think my face appeared so at that time.
But with Lithuanian subtitles. Lithuanian close. Shorthand.
short, I was puzzled, a painful perplexity. Or maybe it was a blood clot. But I was puzzled. And I breathed wrong. Evil was everywhere, mixed air, then inhaled involuntarily.

Bottom. Plastic and tin. The phone was incongruous pile of nonsense sizzling circuits, a few nanometers from my shoes. But I heard the voice of Andy. You know the feeling of a look behind? Like a knife to the throat, only it's on the neck, and a look.
I turned around with speed and grace and veal, and equal mental acuity.

Andy: "Margarita?" I
: "Where .."
Andy. The door of his apartment. Just behind me.

Others: "Hey, this guy has hung up, I know that does not work well the answer, you know? "

The prophet, that came out of the refrigerator. A few meters behind Andy, in his apartment.
I instinctively looked around for Want to Marchi, Bruce Lee, a team of croquet and dell'Orzobimbo testimonial. Deserted corridor.
apparently had not yet arrived at the gathering of my nightmares.
avran found traffic on the A14. Or maybe I'm still autogrill, Bruce Lee is crazy for Camogli.

Andy: "Will you join us? We have already started the game, but you can have short alley if you like "I
: " You can get a game started, a Monopoly? "
Andy: "I do not know, we played at Risk"

slowly close the door behind us.
I take the dice.

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ryknowe @ 2005-11-28T18:19:00

Amniotic Boulevard did not die. The author has simply decided to throw in the sewer bigger in the next 6 or 7 chapters ready, as unsatisfactory results. And then I broke the computer. And the stereo. No, seriously. Periodaccio. This post will self-destruct just restore the novel to save the narrative continuity. In the meantime, I hope you consolation to know that finally my academic studies have given fruit. After 171 tests from the overpass of Tortona, now it's official. Unlike cats, hamsters do not fall still standing. And what is fascinating, not only is there more blood than one would expect in those fur balls, but some emit sounds very similar to an oath, under critical circumstances.

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Puff Puff Pant pant

periodaccio accidents that, work work work and never a penny uffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
that today is Sunday are at work that beard!
'm tired I need a little holiday = 0) at least we hope that the marriage of ash and whiskey to succeed so we will soon have many frugoletti to cheer up a bit 'dark this winter = 0) is now married and then if all goes as we must children in New Year!! born with barrels ghghghghgh well not a bad couple, 1st and 2nd place in the competition this year! = 0) = 0) Saturday

Erode

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The taxi I vomit in a former industrial area on the outskirts of the city. I did not know existed. Abandoned warehouses, gray oppressive sheet. Saetta away with screeching tires, leaving very few options. The
6 is in front of me. I look around for an entry ...
Suddenly, hell.
unadorned walls and wounds, exude a palpable apathy. Pulsing, hypnotic, black tar, boiling in his throat. The darkness.
envelops all things, inviting the silence, the appeal of anything.
Shout.
No sound, reverb, echo. Warm. Oppressive, unhealthy, suffocating. A wave of nausea ferina back the esophagus with the momentum of a tsunami. The smell of blood. The stench of bodies torn, torn. Decomposed. Left to rot in a slurry of vain hopes. It affects the nose, scratch or mucous membranes, tearing away the oxygen from each cell with surgical treatment, brutal caution. Trudge. The chest claws compressed by intangibles.
not remember where I entered. I know I have to leave.
takes a step, bump something. It forces your eyes to counteract the attempts to look at. It has feathers, but painfully familiar. I know that face. From that first took shape. I know where it came from, he was born, why. I know his name. Why was I give him one. To give life, and individuals.
A dream. Mio One of the many.
retreated. I realize what that pile of corpses, and some climbs up the spine, sinking fangs into the neck. A feeling cold, hot, needles and awareness. The sense of guilt. Leaving them to die. Renegades.
Abandonment the waiver, the choice not to choose. The bulbs have become accustomed to the darkness, but now I see better. It is not a room. It is a seemingly endless expanse, dotted with other victims of the routine and gray. A dream-like genocide. A massacre of innocents. I take breath, the beats are regular visitors.
I turn up the collar, I turn around.
close the door behind me, ready to forget it, condemning them again. They were my dreams. Probably will not be anything more. I walk away, with regular pace, and slowly retract the needles from my neck. I do not think I will return more here. You should never look in certain rooms in their mind.

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(Echo)logical

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18:00 - stamp card, I leave the office.
18:04 - I remember that we do not have the stamp machine in the company, and I do not have a card. Fortunately, the cash that I put in the shredder and crisis. Too bad, no more buying on eBay for a while '. Or I will use the Visa Alex. Maybe a evening will offer a beer to make me forgive poor Cris. Lager, better abound. The beer has a funny effect on him as celiac disease.
18:09 - I go out into the street, now number plate. In my city ecology is a serious matter. Type that rape is almost legal, but if you smoke in a restaurant you put boxer in the hornets. In the sense of insects, but also large Calabrian. Grossi Calabrian sodomites. Nobody likes to have large Calabrian sodomites between his legs. I hope. Virtually
... [every Thursday in the city limits is prohibited to any transit vehicle. If caught red-handed, my cousin Alert will segarvi the tires, pick the carburetor, rigarvi the DVD of Fast & Furious with the keys to his Volvo, do clay pigeon shooting with your copy of GTA San Andreas and sodomized the cat, as it was moving, and have inappropriately named Convertible. No cars, fuck! Oh, and there Multer, a large fine ok? So we pay the Spaccini. Annoying, sure, but after this treatment, the fine is almost piacevole.Il measure affects every car, truck and scooter (no pollution but also splits the cojones). And the scooters with chrome parts, ok? Yes, even ecological ones, because they are snooty.
What? "You are too severe Mr. Mayor? By Ok, then we which are exempted, uh ... bikes, catamarans and destroyers equipped with minibar traction bovine. And the aircraft, provided drivers led by Aquarius previously circumcised in the absence of gravity. Uh, and the A-Team van, in the case ripartisse the series. I like that reality. Ah, also exempted those with red hair, which already have enough bad luck as well. Now out of my office that I have to download some porn.]
Needless to say, the mayor is funny and gallbladder, but less popular. But he has the most beautiful porn.
Anyway, I'll take a taxi. This seems perfect in front of me.
I go, I say to the destination that little incongruous heap of flesh and sweat that I see sitting in front. Then I notice that the driver is the other cluster, the bigger and more grease on the seat beside him. I was talking with his cheeseburger. He seemed more alert.
we go. In the mirror driver know that the silent sometimes stared at me with a fucking smile on his face tattooed.

Me: " could stop smiling constantly? It is irritating . "
Taxi Driver:" I had a stroke . "
Me:" And what's funny about that? "
I looked like a parking lot for women. Bad and sideways.
Taxi Driver: " mean that half of my face is blocked ."
Me: "I know what a stroke. Still not fun. But everyone has his humor, if you laugh, well, ok . "
Taxi Driver:" She is always like this? "
Me:" No , sometimes unpleasant . "
Oddly, the taxi swerves making me beat his forehead on the glass. A hole, I suppose.
Yeah.

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IGM

Hello everyone I was a day dedicated to all my friends and of course after several geckos peripezzie wrong type to be finished in the restaurant (which figuraaaaaaaaaaa) and I missed several times, I'm back home with 4 buddies more! 4 Phelsuma Laticauda, the two parents and two of their children, are bellissimeeeeeeeeee
soon as I can post photos somewhere I put the link here ... the photos do not know them = 0 (

Washing Karmachine

coffee break, I open the fridge in search of a beer.
A man in a kimono at me, curled up in the second shelf.
Option number one: I know not, I grab my beer, and closing the door on the snout with casually. Then of course I fall prey to the ground to hysterical convulsions, foaming at the mouth and screaming like a mare during birth, or stuff like that.
Option number two: if in doubt, the incastono a shovel on the nose with inhuman force, singing Merola. Physical and psychological violence, to annihilate a golem. But before my mind can consider the choices, or find the shovel, my body has already opted for the third: a falsetto scream anything but manly.

Prophet Fear is the first reaction of the unknown, and the awareness of death
Me: You have an aunt who is Fletcher's last name? Meni unlucky enough to be her relative.
Prophet fool, the world is but a conglomeration of other useless items that they simply distract us from our path towards the 'eternal oblivion .
I: (continuing to squeeze in my mighty superstitious gonads) There is an "i" too much and lacks an accent .
Prophet: How , sorry?
Me: Without the "i". OBL Ó
Prophet Ti mask behind the cynicism and mockery, but you are a tormented soul. . I
: Do not misunderstand, Sai-Baba, are in high spirits. But I do not think the afterlife, and often even nell'aldiqua, if it provides for people in my fridge. But in the door I .
Prophet prefer materialism to transcendence?
Me: depends on how good the stuff that you do you do to transcend it.

not intended to give up, I accepted the challenge. If you can not convince them, confondili. As street vendors. Q
hen sound, open the door with dramatic speed, ready for a talkative apnea, and submerge them in words. I try to sell me a subscription. I do not give a second's respite. Tilting the front. And in their minds the mechanism snaps: "But why do I open?" They apologize, you will understand me, I let the cat on fire I expire the parking ...
closing the door, as if to keep me out of their landing. And the Jehovah's Witnesses have ready a distinctive white background and black tie dye. They do not tolerate the propaganda of "we" Mormons. Not at 8 am
Tactics tested. I left a rocket.

Me: I think oblivion because it is tangible. And beyond the door, spinning whirls of life, and my dirty linen is Neptune.
Prophet Interesting ... I
: Buddhism penny, reworked by a washerwoman. Life is a washing machine will go out clean but we end up getting polluted all the time. The cycle repeats itself, we wash, back in the world ... but then again we end up over the door. As long as too many washes / resurrections have made us lysis and felted. If there is a God of second choice is a detergent.
Prophet Sold for peanuts despite being sold as infallible solution?
Me: Something like that. And when we get him over the door, wash away our stains, but weakens our fiber. And we reincarnate weak, crumpled.
Prophet And what happens if the fiber is broken?
Me: happens that the head is useless, and not born from the washing machine of karma, but was thrown nirvana.
Prophet excellent slogan for the clothing collection of Amnesty International.
Me: Yeah, go into another world different from ours. The third world. Where to start over, perhaps to live a life where no one washes away the stains from their clothes, because there are more pressing needs. But where a shirt is treasury, and no one rid even if it is aesthetically impeccable and fashionable.

My speech could also have a deep meaning, and I was the first to wonder. The holy man looked at me with a sardonic grin. His calmness gave me the illusion of having worn down, you can move oltre.Ovviamente I was wrong. Spoke.

Prophet I doubt there is a . I
(uncap beer): I am here to enlighten .
Prophet But if the white wash their sins and to 60 degrees to 40 colorful ... other races have fewer sins of us in the West?

did not answer. I had a headache. I felt like my bottle of beer.
Green and drained from the neck up. Full of liquid at the bottom.
I closed the door, the light went out, in fridge and in the eyes of the prophet. I went to the bathroom.
theology behind me, before me a white ceramic cup. Two things white and beautiful, seen from outside. But
in which people are able to repay the worst.
I finished my beer. Your health, Buddha of the food.
Amen.

something beautiful!

Among all that has happened I forgot to tell you that on Sunday won for the third consecutive year the national competition of beauty furi! this year but with a different girl, who had two years to win with Melody, but rather that she won, in short, to each of its merits is that she is beautiful I have nothing to do = 0)
This year, however, given the age she has "played" in the senior class, and although it came first in his class was not in contention for the Best In Show, has given way young people! and so Ash blew the title, the daughter of Symphony and Drizzt, who does not live with me but with my friend Gaia, well maybe to let you know I put a link to the photos of my pottoli even if the site is not finished and still they see only little little!
http://www.furettili.com/argentovivo/furetti.htm here they are my treasures ... so Drizzt Nefer and are no longer with me, but they remain part of the family ... forever ...
cmq, Sunday was a beautiful day, fortunately, many dear friends have stood with me, after what had happened with Nefer Saturday, helped me to smile a bit '! We are grateful!
Well the day went well: Melody first as a category, first Cheyenne as a category, Brea third as a category, Ash and Ciccio Gaia (but still my children eh) ranked first category, and Killer of Laura (but my son and Brea Ciccio) category and also winner of the Best in Show puppies!
and then Ash, awarded at the end of the day of the competition as the best ferret! that pride!
ah I'll show you the fotuzze of Killerino when he was younger is now a bin!
http://www.furettili.com/news.htm
here they are! baciotti

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Zodiacancer

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I went into the office beaming like a canary in the mine, immediately encountering a musician with the irrepressible desire to talk despite his mouth full of blueberry muffins.
Me: Not good news Cris, you know I'm allergic, and TI are all those outbursts
Chris: (spitting crumbs semimasticate) Bruising. There are bruises. We alter and outbursts on me.
Me: So, news?
Chris: Poor. Taking Clara
Me: In the sky?
Chris: I doubt it, although it certainly is still a virgin.
Me: Yeah, it's affectionate his astrological sign, have it since she was little
Chris: I also do my own, but gladly would change
Me: What do you have?
Chris: A cancer. At the terminal stage. You know, I was born in the last days. There were just lacked a lion.
I: The terminal you also play in Serie A?
Chris: What?
Me: No I say, is sobering. Before the violence from stadiums, and now the cancer. It really is a sick sport.
Chris: Sometimes I suspect you're just an idiot.
Me: Then I open my mouth and I'll give you final confirmation.
Chris: See you later for a coffee?
Me: If I do not have glaucoma in the next two hours, I'll see. Good luck.
Chris: Take your pills, cynical bastard.

I love Cris. Manages to be more insensitive to me, my beats its vileness. They are 1 and 85, he barely exceeds one meter and seventy. With a running start. And the trampoline. In Fosbury.

I'm still thinking how the crisis seems Gorge anatomically designed to accommodate its muffins, whole, when she appears. Me in front of him. In the sense that it launches as Toldo during a parade. A parade with majorettes and floats. Toldo loses his head on occasion. The beheadings, for example.
She raises her head. Puts it back on the ground, my head is a man of 87 kilos rather touchy. Here it is.

Clara ...

Frangetta Is The Reason

Walk across the street, not far from Andy's house. I turn off the cigarette, I lean on a window, look at it. It's called Maicol. Written exactly like that. How do I know? I decided I, it seemed appropriate. It is a horrible name, so it's appropriate.
Maicol cattle's eyes and expressive as those of a caribou. Dead. Died in a painful anachronism. Type 14 pierced by the spears of the Greek hoplites. Like ... hoplites swat clothes. Anachronistic hoplites to hunt caribou. It makes no sense, I know. But there were months that I wanted to say "anachronistic."
Maicol's eyes are clouded with tears. The eye. I see only one. Cattle and off. The other is hidden by a black cloth and greasy. The other eye, not the other cattle. Hair. That cloth that hides (and maybe I should thank him for that), half the face is a tedious fringe of hair, blacks and viscous like the dark soy sauce. It is a perfect emo kid. Jeans dimarcalisimanonperchèvecchilihocompratigiàcosìebasta (a.ka. "I am proud of what we pay 200 € for 3 years ago I considered rags") pins everywhere, t-shirts Simple Plan (Simply plain?), V-neck sweater, tears easy and ovaries. Everything is there. I highly slam anatomy. I know that by birth is male. He ovaries. Naturally. It is a standardized EMO boy. I wish I meant hemophilia. Motivate the perennial suffering expression of these skeletal frignanti primates. I watch him, as he walks shuffling with the joy of life of a caribou. There are 24 hours that I think of caribou, and I've never seen one.
Maicol But I see, and I know her life story as a movie ...
Maicol sounds emo-punk-college-rock. His band is called probably notsohappy, lifesucks hard & I, "jimmy eat green Charlots Blinky"
Indeed not: "Thought You Were A Friend Oswald, But I'm Alone." sings of her cat dead in circumstances unknown and his love for the girl with the small springs.
is not beautiful, but there are those who appreciates the intestinal spasms, and she's just more pleasant. So that's great. When love surprises, Imodium. Especially since it stars, skulls, pins and allstar everywhere. Also on Allstar. He wears two pairs, one on top. Emo ago.
The two met at the concert of Gùcciarlot, but she does not deign to look, preferring to go to clean the bathroom of the room with a toothbrush.
Maicol toothbrush.
Maicol broken spend pocket money on jerseys Gudciarlot. He has not even their record, they make shit, the Gudciarlot, but does suffer emo. Also suffer for the money wasted.
Maicol fight with a guy who's arranged a date and he shortened the name of his group in Tiwafobia on the poster, a name that is very Teutonic metal. During the dispute Maicol bursts into tears and unable to speak because of her sobs. The runny mascara inexorably.
Maicol is beaten regularly and soffanucolmente (invented adverbs like Carmen Consoli, but without screeching and asthma) by some classmates for a not very clear matter of stolen eyeliner. A few hours later he was lying on some shots chains nazi who addressed him as "queer." Do not cry because he realizes that the fringe had come to him just fine. Finally, however, love triumphs;
Maicol surprising the girl who rose from small springs limona fixed reel with a burly blackmetaller Marduk t-shirt. In the next scene
Maicol lemon along with the same individual. The audience is puzzled. Maicol too. The blackmetaller falls in love. Maicol ragazzamollettina sees her and runs away.
Maicol is dedicated to the ethyl Conad. Buy a carton of six transgressive Dreher (now with more urine). The cash is spread by chain blackmetaller and betrayed by his friends. It down even beer.

I see all this in the flash of a second, while "Maicol" cross the street and disappears into the crowd. It's cold, I pick up the collar. I do not have the coat, then turn up the collar of a passer. I continue to my office. It is staffed by people far more ridiculous Maicol. Way.

begin to regret the uterus

Piano Solo: andante con moto

a massacre-style ethnic cleansing in Central Africa. In 6 minutes Andy lost all the pieces. Except the King for fifteen interminable minutes Andy moves in circles that one piece, singing "Who Wants To Live Forever" by Queen. In a piercing falsetto
next ultrasound.
All dogs in the neighborhood have your ears bleeding, bats flying like crazy on Cesna Linate and the Dolphinarium Genoa small Flipper would love to have the wrists, for potersene cut veins.
I was exhausted.

Me: I do not think that singing to change the situation. You need a plan. Andy
Piano?
Me: Yes, a piano. It is obvious that what is most useful at this time would be a nice piano.
Andy: To the accompaniment!
Me: Nooo. For nascondertici inside. You can knock, my chess opening, do not see anyone ... "The piano is a gift from the gods!" And take you inside. Jump off and make a killing. The tactics of the piano of Troy.
Andy: Troy?
Me: A friend of mine lustful. Sells pianos and rounds as he can. 30 mouth, 40 for a 70 C chest and makes you a pentatonic scale. Andy
: Seventy €?
Me: No, seventy pedestrians. So with the tactics of the piano will stretch out in handfuls. More if it is in the queue.
Andy: And if there is no tail?
Me: Oh ... but there is always a queue in front of my piano. Thousands of people who admire the piano of Troy. I nailed it across the A14, use it as an exit Rimini Sud

I jumped up. I took the jacket.

Andy: And now where are you going? I
: To lie down in front of the piano. If I'm lucky I can take me as a Bulgarian truck driver.
Andy: It's chess?
Me: They went out of fashion last year. Now Plain.

I left.
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S³ (Sua Santità Scacchistica)

prologue to the history

Ok, I'm inside. Do I have asserted smart, to convince him. Take a tip would not make sense. Heel is not good. And then have crossed evil. I do not have the proper shoes. Distract him with a fake.

I see.

Her gaze is like a hedgehog on the motorway. Flat and brown. Then, lights up in a strange fire, anticipating the victory. Savored. Is sucking a bishop.

Andy: I seem to be made of white sugar.

Me: It is not recommended for diabetics, as a game.

Andy: I do not remember a thing.

Me: Tell me, Kasparov.

Andy: How to move the pope?

Me: There is no pope in chess.

Andy: Yes-i.

Me: What is the king.

Andy: It looks more like a pope, has the cross over.

Me: Even the ambulances. But does not fill it with the Pope

Andy: With Wojitila the probability was high.

Me: Wojtila died when he was shot, nell'ottantuno.

Andy: And who looked out on the balcony?

Me: A Euro Disney animatronic. The have done with the remains of Master Yoda. Have not you noticed that it was curved down and wrinkled same?

Andy: He spoke in the same way!

Me: "Cristiano will be you, use the force"

Andy: And why have removed?

Me: Obsolete. It cost more to repair than to make a new one coming from the studios.

Andy: Come on, even Ratzinger?

Me: Sure. First it was a T-100 in "Terminator."

Andy: I thought strange, that concluded the Angelus with "Hasta la vista baby."

Me: You have to see when he confesses with a 20 gauge pump.

Andy: And the old pope, who have made?

Me: The frosted.

Andy: Why?

Me: To put it in your chess sugar. It is next door to the queen. Now move before the sweets declare a republic.

It's going to a game-ending.

Margarita.

prologue to the history

Hehe ... a womb ... yes of course ... makes perfect sense ... if your name is Salvador Dali and six doped up to peyote. (I have no proof that Dali did use it, not that he needed, but the simple creativity was nothing compared to the surreal paradox when I'm moving.) I have a twin brother, who still lives in the womb of our common mother , and at this time fiddling with a minibar.

Andy: You want a margarita?

I, peeled, raising an eyebrow: Because, you know to prepare?

Andy, smiling, making shrug: No

I, sadly: Let me double

Andy: We want the oil?

Me: That goes into the martini. In only margarita tequila, lemon juice and triple sec.

Andy, beaming: No I've got

: What's the matter?

Andy: Olive

Me: Let me double

came to me with a cocktail glass topped with an umbrella and two straws. It was full of olives. Ascoli. I drank without batting an eyelid. Edge is unbeatable. In chess, mostly. Andy did not, then took out the chessboard and the pieces arranged by accepting the challenge. That game of chess was a metaphor of my efforts to convince him to leave. And the first move was up to me.

Criogenic

[Act One, scene two, inside the uterus] is

funny how your definition of "absurd" dumb dramatically, when you find yourself sitting on a sofa in the middle of a uterus, trying to convince a ventideuenne to be born. Especially if the couch is called Fågelbo. You can not escape at IKEA.

-I, shocked and furious: But do you realize how absurd it is? How the hell did you not realize that I was born, that was up to us ?!?!?
-Andy, struggling in search of an excuse: I have crionizzato, cricenizzato ...
-I, pressing without mercy: Cricetizzato. We have made it big as Hamtaro. If not all, at least in the brain.
-Andy, hit it and sarcastic: They gave me a spinning wheel, I ran so much, I kept in shape.
-ego, relentless: That was "Gira La Moda", you have to put in because volevan I become a fashion designer.
-Andy: And I, I raced over, ok?
-Me, mockingly: This has not made you an athlete.
-Andy: But when I run, I dress as a god.
-I, sadly: It certainly can not say that God has good taste, in his creations.
-Andy: What do you know, did you see her wardrobe?
-Me: No, I saw Marzullo.
-Andy: The designers love to provoke, you know.
-I, kind: But yes, maybe that day he had eaten heavy.

If a man can dream with gastritis and massacres demons, who knows what dreams of a god the peppers on the stomach. And I do not think there is enough for him citrosodina the Milky Way. At that momment I had only to drink. Dramatically stronger. And I wanted it right away. Andy moved ...

Ignorance is Bliss

Imagine you have a roommate. But do not know about them. 9 months without realizing it, asking why the food is scarce ever. (You would not be particularly alert to ignore such a thing, but it can happen. I know I did). One day you leave home, can not stand the hot and humid and oppressive, having to be fed through a hose. It must be said that such arrangement is far from comfortable, barely enough room to turn around, it's dark ... What is more beyond the feel strange wailing wall, produced by some kind of idiot creature. However, to escape, while people dressed in white try to catch and hold, we discuss sprinkled with blood and kicking and started to breathe the outside air coveted. In the end, freedom. Turn the world, grow, you grow, learn from experience. As it happens one day a close friend invites you to see where he lives ... and you find yourselves in front of quell'anfratto from which you escaped almost 22 years ago. And discover that the roommate is still there, is your friend, was there before and you will not have noticed. Is your twin brother, stayed there for 21 years ... in the womb, and emerge to Occasionally, developing the mind as you, but without abandon the nest. It seems not to have still going to be born. Mamma rent the uterus, the rent to him, and he regularly pays the rent, rent here and there. A comfortable life. Many thirties still living with his mother. He expects to leave for a maximum of 25 ... twenty-six.

There are things that are best ignored forever. This is on top of the list. Ignorance is truly a blessing at times. I should turn around and leave, but I did not. And it all began ...

.............

Alone in the Dark ...

Zeldin and I saw the preview last night in the Village of Milan Bicocca ...
lasts two and a half hours ... it is a very intense and well-made film in many respects.
If Ray were still here they would remain surprised, I think ...

alone in the dark ... But
able to see anything.

Go see it people! I'll recommend ...

Beautiful weekend

You get up to Monday morning and many things you mix for the head. Perhaps
because you are nervous, tired ... maybe because you have to come out in the cold and frost and come to the workplace.
Then think back to the fact that the premises make the smoking ban and is a wonderful thing! But then I think that put a ban on people and always thinks he's so crowded strafurba the toilets and bathrooms there is fog Valpadana style. Then
also think that your boss feels the age of the wolf and the wolf who wants to send around an email with this big news to all employees ... and to make matters worse you will also need to send another email with cap red becomes a danger to be avoided ... and then you realize that all sti pseudo-philosophical thoughts and all this makes you so much mythomania to make you sick ... almost apathetic and mechanical ...

But then ... and then there's always a ...

... then think back to the weekend ... and many bad and troublesome thoughts will pass ...
recalling what you enjoyed on Saturday night with old and new friends, as you have been fine with them. The Rollingstone
Exilia to have been phenomenal! The people who had not ever heard you got an idea not bad ... I felt applause from merchandising overcrowded ... Their masters of the stage and behind them on the big screen their video for "Stop Playing God" and live for Europe with Rammstein ...

Here are the photos we took: CLICK HERE
And on Sunday
Arona with my Zeldin ...^_^
was cold yesterday, but we were good as usual.
Arona on Lake Maggiore is a town ... very charming ... peaceful ...
the evening were strangely still Christmas lights for the streets of downtown and it seemed to have stepped back in time ...
So we did some shopping ^ _ ^ '

Some photino made to the lake:

Exile in concert!! Anime Animals

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HIPPY HIPPY YEAAAHHHH AMICIIIII .........
I came back in better shape than ever ... After a wonderful week in meditation karma with my partner in ZeldaTeresaDiCalcutta Gerenzano city .... We have carefully looked after with care and we exchanged the virus without omitting any particular cough, cold, fever, poo, vomit ,....^_^' I exaggerated in detail? Naaaaa ....
Now we're better and we came out stronger than ever for 2005 against the bows!
remember that in a few hours of the night I saw it on the windowsill of my bed SanFrancesco walking back and forth with the birds in your hand and say, "Do you want to get a ski with me tomorrow?" Noooooooooooo ^ _ ^ Sure enough I woke up sweating and with a fever at 38 and hopes to find in a cabin with my ciccetta in the meantime the fire lights lovingly ....
had to be days of joy in the snow, but alas .... things do not always go as you wish ..... so, we decided to do something different and stay in bed with a beautiful and dear influence ....^_^' We were brilliant right? In two .... Not even Conan would have been able to come up with anything so .... diaBBolico Uaaahhahahahah !!!!!

Okay .... after a bit of good healthy delirium .... do all you friends to secure an appointment on Monday when 10 games will start again and a new battle will take place in the infinite universe of our parallel destinies ....^_*

-See-ya soon!

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