in it for the prosecco
Friday, December 29, 2006
Better Safari In Masi Mara Or Kruger
album
Burial - s / t (Hyperdub )
Ellen Allien and Apparat - Orchestra of Bubbles (Bpitch Control) Skream!
- s / t (time); skreamism vol. 2 (tempa) - rhythm & sound
- snoop dogg
- white mice - s/t + white mice: versions ( basic replay ) (NEW ENTRY!)
- knife – silent shout (rabid)
- herbert
- – scale (k7)
- infadels – we are not the infadels (wall of sound)
- alex smoke – paradolia (soma)
- midlake
- unai
- girl talk
- belle & sebastian
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vv. aa. – total 7 (
- alex smoke
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- optimo
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- herbaliser – fabriclive 26 ( fabric
- vv. aa. - innervision. where we at ( sonar kollektiv
- heidi
- matthew dear
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- skream! – dutch flowerz
rhythm & sound – lightning storm (françois k. remix)
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- I tried and I still thinking about it a moment it must be said that the end of the year I was crushed under the weight of a bass venticinquino cultures prophesied messiah of years ago by the Linton Kwesi Johnson. the dubstep was one of those stuff that I have caught him peeing in the middle of the track just as the train was passing. then you go to listen
- dutch flowerz , per me singolo dell’anno. e senza considerare che il top del listino secondo me lo trovi sulla corta distanza, visto che skreamizm vol. 2 è un capolavoro di bassi killer e di melodie morriconiane passate con la cartavetro e percosse a colpi di grancassa cadenzata (
white mice, which enters directly in sixth place thanks to the miraculous and providential basic replay reissue of a handful of Songolo Lightning (original and versioned according to the ancient art of re-editing of home basic). I know this kid from Jamaica less than twenty-four hours but are now convinced to throw away all my records and spend the rest of my life to hear his voice shrill. and thanks, I've not discovered before otherwise I messed with the podium. Moreover Boomkat few weeks ago talking shit clear: " Listen up - this record contains Some of the deadliest digital reggae rhythms and crushing production styles you'll ever hear ... ok? . and then there's also that by calculating deadliest
has become my favorite word in the entire history of the world language.
suffice it to say that Ellen Allien and apparat was an electrical storm of rare power and Snoop Dogg are finally reappeared and the balls rolls over a blue carpet with poignant love songs (i want to fuck you ) and criminal stories / comics on some niggas who think they can fuck with snoop dogg and why they peck their ration of educational hot lead ( VATO , feat. b-real). and not to mention the highlight of the disc with a microphone to sublet ice cube ( LAX). As to the compilation series at the controls made literally around the void. unattainable in particular James Holden, who has a mental mix album bearing the name perhaps more a disc of original songs. congratulations to alex smoke but make no mistake that has marked both the territories (and Paradolia sci.fi.hi.fi. vol. 3), both with considerable success. a salute to the late J. dilla, talentuosissimo producer and unfortunate that the point of death had the power to rewrite his musical parable, posthumously recorded in the mix album titled
also found on our blog each year according to the wrong pitching alliance , Complete with a link to go there to procure the pieces and make great Christmas compiloni for your friends at the bar.
a greeting, along with wishes for a radiant future for all readers of scum.
atro.CTXZBtion
Better Safari In Masi Mara Or Kruger
in it for the prosecco
album
Burial - s / t (Hyperdub )
Ellen Allien and Apparat - Orchestra of Bubbles (Bpitch Control) Skream!
- s / t (time); skreamism vol. 2 (tempa) - rhythm & sound
- snoop dogg
- white mice - s/t + white mice: versions ( basic replay ) (NEW ENTRY!)
- knife – silent shout (rabid)
- herbert
- – scale (k7)
- infadels – we are not the infadels (wall of sound)
- alex smoke – paradolia (soma)
- midlake
- unai
- girl talk
- belle & sebastian
-
-
-
vv. aa. – total 7 (
- alex smoke
-
-
- optimo
-
-
- )
-
- herbaliser – fabriclive 26 ( fabric
- vv. aa. - innervision. where we at ( sonar kollektiv
- heidi
- matthew dear
-
-
- skream! – dutch flowerz
rhythm & sound – lightning storm (françois k. remix)
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
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-
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- I tried and I still thinking about it a moment it must be said that the end of the year I was crushed under the weight of a bass venticinquino cultures prophesied messiah of years ago by the Linton Kwesi Johnson. the dubstep was one of those stuff that I have caught him peeing in the middle of the track just as the train was passing. then you go to listen
- dutch flowerz , per me singolo dell’anno. e senza considerare che il top del listino secondo me lo trovi sulla corta distanza, visto che skreamizm vol. 2 è un capolavoro di bassi killer e di melodie morriconiane passate con la cartavetro e percosse a colpi di grancassa cadenzata (
white mice, which enters directly in sixth place thanks to the miraculous and providential basic replay reissue of a handful of Songolo Lightning (original and versioned according to the ancient art of re-editing of home basic). I know this kid from Jamaica less than twenty-four hours but are now convinced to throw away all my records and spend the rest of my life to hear his voice shrill. and thanks, I've not discovered before otherwise I messed with the podium. Moreover Boomkat few weeks ago talking shit clear: " Listen up - this record contains Some of the deadliest digital reggae rhythms and crushing production styles you'll ever hear ... ok? . and then there's also that by calculating deadliest
has become my favorite word in the entire history of the world language.
suffice it to say that Ellen Allien and apparat was an electrical storm of rare power and Snoop Dogg are finally reappeared and the balls rolls over a blue carpet with poignant love songs (i want to fuck you ) and criminal stories / comics on some niggas who think they can fuck with snoop dogg and why they peck their ration of educational hot lead ( VATO , feat. b-real). and not to mention the highlight of the disc with a microphone to sublet ice cube ( LAX). As to the compilation series at the controls made literally around the void. unattainable in particular James Holden, who has a mental mix album bearing the name perhaps more a disc of original songs. congratulations to alex smoke but make no mistake that has marked both the territories (and Paradolia sci.fi.hi.fi. vol. 3), both with considerable success. a salute to the late J. dilla, talentuosissimo producer and unfortunate that the point of death had the power to rewrite his musical parable, posthumously recorded in the mix album titled
also found on our blog each year according to the wrong pitching alliance , Complete with a link to go there to procure the pieces and make great Christmas compiloni for your friends at the bar.
a greeting, along with wishes for a radiant future for all readers of scum.
atro.CTXZBtion
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Change Middle Name Colorado
the scum guide to 2006 top sound (updated!)
continue the sad evening of Saturday dj-waiter when others attack dj to play it goes to sleep because the next day to go to work. Time to come away from a fast lunch social pensioners who put me in the dressing room to replace gilerino and tie with the historic tomb of that Longsleeve I had made to buy from my mom when I was in high school and that is marvelously preserved thanks to its hand washing and ironing backwards. I review the ladder in the car while I plow with the province of Vercelli Canavese hills silhouetted against the horizon, back on the road who saw me get started, issuing the first stirrings of the first and thundering curses. seal the window as they passed under my grandmother's house not to wake the echoes of bass, even though the girls prefer to see you go to the province with his elbow out and subwoofer out. just a stop along the way to pick up on the roadside my cousin borgo_masino of the Rasta, who comes to see us for the first time and asks me if we have a vocalist, immediately highlights the shortcoming in my view has always been the main obstacle to the evolution of our careers, and the fact that we are ugly, we are drunk and we know not mix. parked as the beginning of the evening and spend half an hour on the sidewalk in the cold as the crack dealers from the moment that the man shit dj enzo had considered it appropriate to recommend the maximum punctuality and then linger in some tavern, sipping voluptuously selections of digestive local. when the cold begins to slowly meander up the gut enter fuck dj enzo alone in the room where we discover with horror that has just attacked merdaiolo playing a guitar with a huge (very good, I was the mood that I was not so much) that nobody has any idea when it will end and when the fuck we fuck attack us and my complaints about the fact that God makes me get up early tomorrow I that are already there at eight attached to the corkscrew electric nell'ilarità general tend to fall and some patrons of poor sensitivity make me also note that only my cock and maybe if instead of dams engineering wonder that I now found myself with less work shit. the only effect is expected to massively increase the magnetism exerted by the bar, and for the sake of statistics we find that when have understood that we paid the local drink of managers for the second time in two should be considered a failure to pretend spilling. I must say that as a start on a Friday night spent in leafing in my archive record of the province brought me back in the hands of the colorful Some Girls Rolling Stones and it was with great pleasure that I miss you sent in the air, a splendid attempt to show a way rock'n'roll to disco music. after I was there that the console with smezzavo danilo and the rest of us do often yield to temptation Caribbean, only that with all that Danilo is a friend of mine and I respect him very much and I love him I must confess that while he was bending over the case of the disks have been cherished idea contuse of a 64-channel mixer, conceal the body, and shave a zero learning to play the stringed instrument that plays him. all for the sole purpose of assuming the identity and thereby gaining the right to access its playlists and can put Dutch Flowerz Skream!, the most dramatic manifestation sound ever produced by digital reggae, a kind of fairy tale morphine able to take over in a few minutes of the neurons of the audience to lead them into a state of hypnosis mystic dedicated to the cult of low pay. I'm sure if I asked maybe he would even put me but being that I do not like much to ask for stuff I thought the solution to simulate the accident with the mixer. so far so good, and enzo fabio impeccably continue the work on restocking the runway after touching again danilo haranguing the crowd as a local hero. My turn comes and I am suddenly aware that I was not prepared to have to dance instead of the people and the people are all there to dance and throw in a CD and cue and then take off and the countdown on the last danilo piece is imminent and there half a minute and my charger is still relentlessly and Ravano vacuum inside the bag in search of the stroke of genius that never comes, and finally throw in a piece when they feel part of dozens of balls bouncing on track. is one of those pieces with the females who sing, I thought, there are all dancing, usually the people they like the parts with the females who sing nothing but instead was a piece that does not hit a cock with what has gone before, a wave of low-ranking frociaggine crashing painfully with the guitar riff they just stopped playing and I just want to order a double whiskey for me and throw on fire with his lighter and instead ends the piece and put another one in the mp3 player seems to work and instead you feel about long-distance and Can you think god that shit inhuman, we only hope is that some asshole in a hurry to relieve me and for once I am too happy to check to see dj enzo and soak your headphones and pretend I eclipsed complaining of technical problems, which by the way dopo arriveranno davvero, ma oramai sarà troppo tardi e io per quella gente sarò sempre soltanto quel povero coglione con la maglietta dei sepultura che ci ha quasi sfanculato un bel sabato sera. per il bene di tutti il giorno dopo mi son tirato su a fatica e son tornato a servire i fritti misti, che in effetti sono quelle lì le robe che mi competono veramente. abbiamo il bignè al cioccolato, il pavesino con la marmellata, semolino, semolino al cioccolato, amaretto, cavolfiore, bistecca, salsiccia e mela. ti snocciolo l’elenco, te mi dici quello che vuoi e te li ritrovi recapitati nel piatto che non fai neanche in tempo a dirmi grazie che io son già passato a quello di fianco che gli risnocciolo da capo la filastrocca del bignè al cioccolato e il cavolfiore. cervello e polmone solo su prenotazione.
atro.C.T.X.Z.B.tion
sul nostro blog le scalette ed eventualmente le foto
Change Middle Name Colorado
the scum guide to 2006 top sound (updated!)
continue the sad evening of Saturday dj-waiter when others attack dj to play it goes to sleep because the next day to go to work. Time to come away from a fast lunch social pensioners who put me in the dressing room to replace gilerino and tie with the historic tomb of that Longsleeve I had made to buy from my mom when I was in high school and that is marvelously preserved thanks to its hand washing and ironing backwards. I review the ladder in the car while I plow with the province of Vercelli Canavese hills silhouetted against the horizon, back on the road who saw me get started, issuing the first stirrings of the first and thundering curses. seal the window as they passed under my grandmother's house not to wake the echoes of bass, even though the girls prefer to see you go to the province with his elbow out and subwoofer out. just a stop along the way to pick up on the roadside my cousin borgo_masino of the Rasta, who comes to see us for the first time and asks me if we have a vocalist, immediately highlights the shortcoming in my view has always been the main obstacle to the evolution of our careers, and the fact that we are ugly, we are drunk and we know not mix. parked as the beginning of the evening and spend half an hour on the sidewalk in the cold as the crack dealers from the moment that the man shit dj enzo had considered it appropriate to recommend the maximum punctuality and then linger in some tavern, sipping voluptuously selections of digestive local. when the cold begins to slowly meander up the gut enter fuck dj enzo alone in the room where we discover with horror that has just attacked merdaiolo playing a guitar with a huge (very good, I was the mood that I was not so much) that nobody has any idea when it will end and when the fuck we fuck attack us and my complaints about the fact that God makes me get up early tomorrow I that are already there at eight attached to the corkscrew electric nell'ilarità general tend to fall and some patrons of poor sensitivity make me also note that only my cock and maybe if instead of dams engineering wonder that I now found myself with less work shit. the only effect is expected to massively increase the magnetism exerted by the bar, and for the sake of statistics we find that when have understood that we paid the local drink of managers for the second time in two should be considered a failure to pretend spilling. I must say that as a start on a Friday night spent in leafing in my archive record of the province brought me back in the hands of the colorful Some Girls Rolling Stones and it was with great pleasure that I miss you sent in the air, a splendid attempt to show a way rock'n'roll to disco music. after I was there that the console with smezzavo danilo and the rest of us do often yield to temptation Caribbean, only that with all that Danilo is a friend of mine and I respect him very much and I love him I must confess that while he was bending over the case of the disks have been cherished idea contuse of a 64-channel mixer, conceal the body, and shave a zero learning to play the stringed instrument that plays him. all for the sole purpose of assuming the identity and thereby gaining the right to access its playlists and can put Dutch Flowerz Skream!, the most dramatic manifestation sound ever produced by digital reggae, a kind of fairy tale morphine able to take over in a few minutes of the neurons of the audience to lead them into a state of hypnosis mystic dedicated to the cult of low pay. I'm sure if I asked maybe he would even put me but being that I do not like much to ask for stuff I thought the solution to simulate the accident with the mixer. so far so good, and enzo fabio impeccably continue the work on restocking the runway after touching again danilo haranguing the crowd as a local hero. My turn comes and I am suddenly aware that I was not prepared to have to dance instead of the people and the people are all there to dance and throw in a CD and cue and then take off and the countdown on the last danilo piece is imminent and there half a minute and my charger is still relentlessly and Ravano vacuum inside the bag in search of the stroke of genius that never comes, and finally throw in a piece when they feel part of dozens of balls bouncing on track. is one of those pieces with the females who sing, I thought, there are all dancing, usually the people they like the parts with the females who sing nothing but instead was a piece that does not hit a cock with what has gone before, a wave of low-ranking frociaggine crashing painfully with the guitar riff they just stopped playing and I just want to order a double whiskey for me and throw on fire with his lighter and instead ends the piece and put another one in the mp3 player seems to work and instead you feel about long-distance and Can you think god that shit inhuman, we only hope is that some asshole in a hurry to relieve me and for once I am too happy to check to see dj enzo and soak your headphones and pretend I eclipsed complaining of technical problems, which by the way dopo arriveranno davvero, ma oramai sarà troppo tardi e io per quella gente sarò sempre soltanto quel povero coglione con la maglietta dei sepultura che ci ha quasi sfanculato un bel sabato sera. per il bene di tutti il giorno dopo mi son tirato su a fatica e son tornato a servire i fritti misti, che in effetti sono quelle lì le robe che mi competono veramente. abbiamo il bignè al cioccolato, il pavesino con la marmellata, semolino, semolino al cioccolato, amaretto, cavolfiore, bistecca, salsiccia e mela. ti snocciolo l’elenco, te mi dici quello che vuoi e te li ritrovi recapitati nel piatto che non fai neanche in tempo a dirmi grazie che io son già passato a quello di fianco che gli risnocciolo da capo la filastrocca del bignè al cioccolato e il cavolfiore. cervello e polmone solo su prenotazione.
atro.C.T.X.Z.B.tion
sul nostro blog le scalette ed eventualmente le foto
Monday, December 4, 2006
Iodized Saltwisdom Teeth
nobody dance, nobody get hurt: the dio canavese sessions vol. 2
adesso che vorrei togliere philophobia da dentro lo stereo ma invece dentro la custodia di philophobia ci trovo per qualche motivo the trojan producer series box set disc one e il verde acquoso caraibico in contrast with pink synthetic Chemikal Underground is a sort of misfortune that I did not want to color correct in one of the most inexplicably malcagati Monday morning in which I have ever come across since I started to dress myself, and I will be of no comfort cut through the fog to get to the newsagent and swings and slide the pads on the journal paper in the middle of the chronicles of the day football where the first step reluctantly from one article to another because in the meantime since my team have put in play on Saturday me of the afternoon newspaper on Monday I could hardly fuck less. leaning against the tiles in the shower while the hot water works to tear away from the skin residues lager I wonder if they are really ready to live in a world without the arab strap, I wonder if it really worth the trouble to remove the Trojan Producer Series Box Set disc one from the care of or if philophobia is not quite the case to store each time I remove the disc into the disc jacket that I put on and try to pass so the next ten years to mess up everything and then see if they are really able to repair the damage and who knows that there runs a nice trip back in the midst of all the songs that I forgot or because I have not even heard of anxiety to go to the next disc. Meanwhile, the custody of philophobia the first time I'd open diciottanni e incominciavo a farmi strada da solo dentro i postumi del punk rock e mi sembrava un miracolo di riuscire ad incollarmi a questi suoni scheletrici che magari erano solo una specie di risacca o tardo riverbero delle chitarre iperdistorte e dei bpm in tripla cifra, come attaccare l’orecchio alla parete che finiva di assorbirsi il suono della canzone che avevo appena finito di ascoltare. è un bel cazzo in culo certe volte riprendere in mano le vecchie robe, sarà perché ti viene il dubbio che archiviata una decade te sei sempre ancora allo stesso punto morto di prima, sarà perché ti fai suggestionare da delle merdate che non sarebbe il caso di perderci troppo tempo sopra o magari che commuoversi a fine concerto per una the shy retirer solo chitarra and voice is clear proof that you are not yet thirty years down the balls and would be right to start leafing through the old card to your mother to search for the number of your pediatrician, who always manages to feel under those three meters of land that separates it from the ground on which you walk.
I liked the arab strap, although because of the schizophrenic psycho morphology that inhabits my brain that prevents me from stabilizing at coordinates sound stable in recent years I have heard at irregular intervals, the latest coming out with guilty of a few months late and inappropriately mixing and matching plays to share with them unworthy of the cones speakers. I could not understand how a voice so monotonous and cavernous, moving within an operating space so small, might be able to dig so deep. until I remembered that the real class you see in tight spaces, which dribble into the middle of the prairies are all good. one of the stuff that I have always liked to hear their pieces was the attack of the drum machine and to wait for the voice and guitar to appoggiarcisi scazzatamente above so that seemed to be listening to some crap shoot from the street outside the pub while the filtered 'echo of a passing car subwoofer.
Iodized Saltwisdom Teeth
nobody dance, nobody get hurt: the dio canavese sessions vol. 2
adesso che vorrei togliere philophobia da dentro lo stereo ma invece dentro la custodia di philophobia ci trovo per qualche motivo the trojan producer series box set disc one e il verde acquoso caraibico in contrast with pink synthetic Chemikal Underground is a sort of misfortune that I did not want to color correct in one of the most inexplicably malcagati Monday morning in which I have ever come across since I started to dress myself, and I will be of no comfort cut through the fog to get to the newsagent and swings and slide the pads on the journal paper in the middle of the chronicles of the day football where the first step reluctantly from one article to another because in the meantime since my team have put in play on Saturday me of the afternoon newspaper on Monday I could hardly fuck less. leaning against the tiles in the shower while the hot water works to tear away from the skin residues lager I wonder if they are really ready to live in a world without the arab strap, I wonder if it really worth the trouble to remove the Trojan Producer Series Box Set disc one from the care of or if philophobia is not quite the case to store each time I remove the disc into the disc jacket that I put on and try to pass so the next ten years to mess up everything and then see if they are really able to repair the damage and who knows that there runs a nice trip back in the midst of all the songs that I forgot or because I have not even heard of anxiety to go to the next disc. Meanwhile, the custody of philophobia the first time I'd open diciottanni e incominciavo a farmi strada da solo dentro i postumi del punk rock e mi sembrava un miracolo di riuscire ad incollarmi a questi suoni scheletrici che magari erano solo una specie di risacca o tardo riverbero delle chitarre iperdistorte e dei bpm in tripla cifra, come attaccare l’orecchio alla parete che finiva di assorbirsi il suono della canzone che avevo appena finito di ascoltare. è un bel cazzo in culo certe volte riprendere in mano le vecchie robe, sarà perché ti viene il dubbio che archiviata una decade te sei sempre ancora allo stesso punto morto di prima, sarà perché ti fai suggestionare da delle merdate che non sarebbe il caso di perderci troppo tempo sopra o magari che commuoversi a fine concerto per una the shy retirer solo chitarra and voice is clear proof that you are not yet thirty years down the balls and would be right to start leafing through the old card to your mother to search for the number of your pediatrician, who always manages to feel under those three meters of land that separates it from the ground on which you walk.
I liked the arab strap, although because of the schizophrenic psycho morphology that inhabits my brain that prevents me from stabilizing at coordinates sound stable in recent years I have heard at irregular intervals, the latest coming out with guilty of a few months late and inappropriately mixing and matching plays to share with them unworthy of the cones speakers. I could not understand how a voice so monotonous and cavernous, moving within an operating space so small, might be able to dig so deep. until I remembered that the real class you see in tight spaces, which dribble into the middle of the prairies are all good. one of the stuff that I have always liked to hear their pieces was the attack of the drum machine and to wait for the voice and guitar to appoggiarcisi scazzatamente above so that seemed to be listening to some crap shoot from the street outside the pub while the filtered 'echo of a passing car subwoofer.
Monday, November 27, 2006
White Spots On My Clown Loach
the last big weekend: how to live an arabstrapless life
my great-grandfather was a carter, a problem than for what they tell me that cart there was not even straight by mistake, some blame him for that is the fault of Lake Garda Barbera rancid that will guzzle in life, so at least we've got gray eyes that I've taken from my mother, but her lips were purple missed a couple of generations father's side. but my cousin has a van that he uses to get around to deliver the gas cylinders, sometimes even cast iron stoves on the stairs of some Vecchiazzano that are too stingy to pay the bastards then you buy the gas stove. I will trade like I do here at this time press officer, who the fuck is a job not only while you're doing well, but while the stories. 're at the computer all day to put the names of journalists in databeis and after you have put the names into the databeis attack you on the phone and begins to bombard the balls. after that you have the balls to a hammered, take databeis and write that to this character's side have hammered his balls. that's what scares the undersigned, the bureaucracy of the pounding of balls. talk all day with people who understand who you curse when the lady, put down with this attack and the next, hoping to arrive just to make you stop what you call him to blurb your shitty news, so the next day as you Not only that you do work a shitty job and stay all day in the office in the caffettini gulp of coffee affects you also get to buy the paper and cut the paragraph. I as a press officer I've got the philosophy of focus above all radios and televisions, because at least when they give you the news you do not have to trim the bump sidebars, which is a wretched stuff sitting there because I cut and paste all day you think you're back in elementary school with the difference that you are no longer carefree, you're not happy and there is nobody at home that you buy to wear. force for nine hours so when you get back to you and not even close the door in regards to suck a couple of mini Morettoni be 66 before you find the courage to speak to someone.
today, at least in the morning I've been out of office, but that does not seem to go around the streets in the morning as when you were unemployed person is one thing that you opened your hearts with happiness. I even gave a box to carry around, then I picked up my box and I began to walk under the arcades with sigarettino hanging. you have to see the university as the girls looked at me. because if the girls say you're sitting all day in the office to make you agonize sperm Cambian safe way, however if you see that unload and transport the stuff around guaranteed to think that there must be having a big box under the NERC mileage . the box he looks fucked up but at the end sometimes gives you the result of a polo shirt fred perry sucks without you had to buy the eighty zucchini.
delivered this box and then I went to the place where we did the press conference that all the work is the only stuff worth it because at least when the wind is blowing from the right and ability that you understood that you dummies of prosecchini free lunch, which cost the prosecchini with what they earn and the press officer is a stuff will lick your balls.
Who have some of my colleagues think that the vocation of sti work here, I personally I think that is like calling that have all that shit all the turkeys to roam life. I personally had the money I would buy myself a god dog van.
atroC.TXZBtion
PS: we are at the 18 pueblo. that the news does not merit any kind of attention, but was beaten to dj enzo do occur.
White Spots On My Clown Loach
the last big weekend: how to live an arabstrapless life
my great-grandfather was a carter, a problem than for what they tell me that cart there was not even straight by mistake, some blame him for that is the fault of Lake Garda Barbera rancid that will guzzle in life, so at least we've got gray eyes that I've taken from my mother, but her lips were purple missed a couple of generations father's side. but my cousin has a van that he uses to get around to deliver the gas cylinders, sometimes even cast iron stoves on the stairs of some Vecchiazzano that are too stingy to pay the bastards then you buy the gas stove. I will trade like I do here at this time press officer, who the fuck is a job not only while you're doing well, but while the stories. 're at the computer all day to put the names of journalists in databeis and after you have put the names into the databeis attack you on the phone and begins to bombard the balls. after that you have the balls to a hammered, take databeis and write that to this character's side have hammered his balls. that's what scares the undersigned, the bureaucracy of the pounding of balls. talk all day with people who understand who you curse when the lady, put down with this attack and the next, hoping to arrive just to make you stop what you call him to blurb your shitty news, so the next day as you Not only that you do work a shitty job and stay all day in the office in the caffettini gulp of coffee affects you also get to buy the paper and cut the paragraph. I as a press officer I've got the philosophy of focus above all radios and televisions, because at least when they give you the news you do not have to trim the bump sidebars, which is a wretched stuff sitting there because I cut and paste all day you think you're back in elementary school with the difference that you are no longer carefree, you're not happy and there is nobody at home that you buy to wear. force for nine hours so when you get back to you and not even close the door in regards to suck a couple of mini Morettoni be 66 before you find the courage to speak to someone.
today, at least in the morning I've been out of office, but that does not seem to go around the streets in the morning as when you were unemployed person is one thing that you opened your hearts with happiness. I even gave a box to carry around, then I picked up my box and I began to walk under the arcades with sigarettino hanging. you have to see the university as the girls looked at me. because if the girls say you're sitting all day in the office to make you agonize sperm Cambian safe way, however if you see that unload and transport the stuff around guaranteed to think that there must be having a big box under the NERC mileage . the box he looks fucked up but at the end sometimes gives you the result of a polo shirt fred perry sucks without you had to buy the eighty zucchini.
delivered this box and then I went to the place where we did the press conference that all the work is the only stuff worth it because at least when the wind is blowing from the right and ability that you understood that you dummies of prosecchini free lunch, which cost the prosecchini with what they earn and the press officer is a stuff will lick your balls.
Who have some of my colleagues think that the vocation of sti work here, I personally I think that is like calling that have all that shit all the turkeys to roam life. I personally had the money I would buy myself a god dog van.
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PS: we are at the 18 pueblo. that the news does not merit any kind of attention, but was beaten to dj enzo do occur.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Star Wars Miniatures Printable Stat Cards
lullaby for the working class vol. 4: on the road again
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lullaby for the working class vol. 4: on the road again
this post has been removed on the advice of my attorney dj enzo, also known as the Lionel Hatz console. eclusivamente will be distributed via email to readers who may so request. there is a rigid door policy.
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Sunday, October 29, 2006
How Long Does A Sprained Arm Heal
chronicles of the worst night ever
(the flyer has been removed to protect the image of the WPA)
puppatevi desumetene the leaflet and the information you consider relevant. You can also try to check our blog
in the hope of obtaining further details, but actually now use it only to make the cock in the comments.
I personally thanks to my new job working I finally lost the will to live, so I prepared a DJ set which will consist to loop in the wilderness of joy division for 45 minutes, go to the bar to annihilate distillates Caribbean and hire a vocalist who reeled in alphabetical order my repertoire of curses updated, revised and corrected. 
having lost in parallel with the will to live even the esteem and respect for myself I go now to break the last great taboo of heterosexual after posting photos of my cats.
greetings. having lost in parallel with the will to live even the esteem and respect for myself I go now to break the last great taboo of heterosexual after posting photos of my cats. 
atroC.TXZBtion 
How Long Does A Sprained Arm Heal
chronicles of the worst night ever
(the flyer has been removed to protect the image of the WPA)
puppatevi desumetene the leaflet and the information you consider relevant. You can also try to check our blog
in the hope of obtaining further details, but actually now use it only to make the cock in the comments.
I personally thanks to my new job working I finally lost the will to live, so I prepared a DJ set which will consist to loop in the wilderness of joy division for 45 minutes, go to the bar to annihilate distillates Caribbean and hire a vocalist who reeled in alphabetical order my repertoire of curses updated, revised and corrected. having lost in parallel with the will to live even the esteem and respect for myself I go now to break the last great taboo of heterosexual after posting photos of my cats.
greetings. having lost in parallel with the will to live even the esteem and respect for myself I go now to break the last great taboo of heterosexual after posting photos of my cats. atroC.TXZBtion Monday, October 23, 2006
Quotes About Being Selfish
the title of this post has been removed to protect the image of the WPA
was not that I am now paying the excess with interest, in the form of this psychic undertow I gripping self-esteem and the will to live, I'd say that spending could be close enough to my ideal standard weekend. view of the good impression that we had to Pukkelpop for our second release we have chosen as carl craig dj shoulder, just that we did show in another place and another day. narcosperimentatori from vintage men like me and dj enzo us present at the gates of the supermarket while under the influence of a lethal cocktail of St. Simon & pro evolution soccer, which however does not prevent us from recognizing the horizon the outline of the good old
maxc , who had a steady job, a character mild, an intelligence higher than normal, but fell himself a victim of the synthetic sound that Friday night you instills the desire to merge with this mass of brawling unpresentable fourteen dedicated to ketamine, violence and promiscuity. then if you like your name enzo and purports to be a DJ there are strong chances that you spend a good part of the evening dispensing cigarettes to young girls of master hopes to receive in exchange for sexual favors that will never arrive. set carl craig what can I say? Usually in these cases by applying a formula of two words that involves a known monotheistic deity and wagging a quadruped. but in very exceptional cases only because I will not swear haunt me in the certainty that the most credible monotheistic deity on the market responds to its name by Carl Craig. set was the highlight of the match / merge of the audion mouth to mouth with the Bells by Jeff Mills, a track that was already resonated powerfully against these same walls a few months ago at the hands of its author. this time the bells was a slow and rather thin, actually not performed too openly, but in contact with the skeletal danse macabre audion has literally exploded in an epiphany of rare sound intensity, surface as a sudden glimpse of a veil that obscured the view of me on the last thirty years music and the synthesis, manipulation, distortion, and creation of sound in general. 
cinastic Saturday we come to the rain, but without danilo enzo fabio and definitely on a war footing in terms of bpm and a tiny band of followers in tow. primarily the first lady, decidedly hostile to the music that I carry around, but forced to submit to the sacred bond of our union at this time to believe that she falls into the category "In bad" (and when he looks at me with those big eyes brimming with despair and asks me "but never come back to listen to normal music?" ...). Garella follow a GG for a bizarre heart hormone are taking the features of a Puerto Rican drug dealer and that mich for heart hormone that everyone hoped he disposed of the features that still stand out as a young cocciante on the picture of his license. it has happened that someone asked me today "there were people?" and I frankly do not know what the fuck answer. in the sense that there was this strange phenomenon in which several dozen people came, I would say a fucking crowd, which only tended to come in for prendersi da bere, buttavano un orecchio alla nostra proposta sonora e poi facevano letteralmente a sberle per uscire il più in fretta possibile e campeggiare per tutta la sera fuori dal locale, a fumare centinaia di sigarette al freddo pur di non dover ascoltare nemmeno l’eco dei nostri sforzi. risultato pista vuota e un’adunanza popolare di rare proporzioni sulle scale antistanti al locale. enzo e fabio che sono più scafati se la sono cavata con un’alzata di spalle, io mi sono fatto prendere dallo sconforto e ho cercato consolazione in un surrogato liquido del pubblico, al punto che il barista a un bel momento ha dovuto fingere un guasto allo spillatore per allontanarmi dal bancone. l’unica folla presente al mio set era dunque quella delle green bottles were quickly assembled on the table, to the point that I almost thought to remove the mixer to be able to fit them all. fabio had also bequeathed two dancers motivated enough, only a true bureaucrat console spasmodically I wanted to respect the lineup and I wanted at all costs to start with a piece of burial called Distant Lights you enters the brain and not spring you more. I had read around and south of London, people go out of melon to this stuff here and then I said, if the dancing in South London not see why I should not dance at Ivrea. the cocks. however, the desertification of the track is a phenomenon that I think everyone should try it sooner or later because teaches you to keep your head in the face of adversity in life. I also said to be gone for a drink, now I put something persuasive and I'm going to take them. the cocks. have gone to never return. after me and the poor has been lavishing enzo in a series of unsuccessful radio-friendly tricks that were able to ring up the stairs to emerge outside the public submerged. nothing. I had to intervene when I saw him sweating profusely tapping his fingers on the cover of Paris Hilton's single, and luckily I managed to lock the truck when it was already returning to the player.
then fuck everyone knows that the development of the surf Sunday calls for calm, silenzio, armonia. e invece è tutto il giorno che siamo logorati dallo psicodramma felino tuttora in atto nel nostro salotto. abbiamo portato a casa Zazie, la nuova gattina, solo che invece della gattina devono averci rifilato una iena, perché è tutto il giorno che soffia come un’isterica, quando mi sono avvicinato per salutarla mi ha accolto sputandomi in faccia ma almeno so che non è un problema solo mio perché ha sputato in faccia pure l’orsacchiotto che gli avevamo dato per fare un po’ di simpatia. per non parlare di Micho al Mas Macho, che aveva cercato di accogliere la nuova arrivata con un certo numero di buoni propositi, ma quando si è avvicinato lei ha incominciato a produrre una serie di spaventosi suoni esoterici which have killed him the soul because, even though eight years and eight pounds heavier due to run away like a thief holed up in a corner from which they believe will come very soon, however, reminding us all what it means to no longer have the testes that had been supplied data. end. cinastic Saturday we come to the rain, but without danilo enzo fabio and definitely on a war footing in terms of bpm and a tiny band of followers in tow. primarily the first lady, decidedly hostile to the music that I carry around, but forced to submit to the sacred bond of our union at this time to believe that she falls into the category "In bad" (and when he looks at me with those big eyes brimming with despair and asks me "but never come back to listen to normal music?" ...). Garella follow a GG for a bizarre heart hormone are taking the features of a Puerto Rican drug dealer and that mich for heart hormone that everyone hoped he disposed of the features that still stand out as a young cocciante on the picture of his license. it has happened that someone asked me today "there were people?" and I frankly do not know what the fuck answer. in the sense that there was this strange phenomenon in which several dozen people came, I would say a fucking crowd, which only tended to come in for prendersi da bere, buttavano un orecchio alla nostra proposta sonora e poi facevano letteralmente a sberle per uscire il più in fretta possibile e campeggiare per tutta la sera fuori dal locale, a fumare centinaia di sigarette al freddo pur di non dover ascoltare nemmeno l’eco dei nostri sforzi. risultato pista vuota e un’adunanza popolare di rare proporzioni sulle scale antistanti al locale. enzo e fabio che sono più scafati se la sono cavata con un’alzata di spalle, io mi sono fatto prendere dallo sconforto e ho cercato consolazione in un surrogato liquido del pubblico, al punto che il barista a un bel momento ha dovuto fingere un guasto allo spillatore per allontanarmi dal bancone. l’unica folla presente al mio set era dunque quella delle green bottles were quickly assembled on the table, to the point that I almost thought to remove the mixer to be able to fit them all. fabio had also bequeathed two dancers motivated enough, only a true bureaucrat console spasmodically I wanted to respect the lineup and I wanted at all costs to start with a piece of burial called Distant Lights you enters the brain and not spring you more. I had read around and south of London, people go out of melon to this stuff here and then I said, if the dancing in South London not see why I should not dance at Ivrea. the cocks. however, the desertification of the track is a phenomenon that I think everyone should try it sooner or later because teaches you to keep your head in the face of adversity in life. I also said to be gone for a drink, now I put something persuasive and I'm going to take them. the cocks. have gone to never return. after me and the poor has been lavishing enzo in a series of unsuccessful radio-friendly tricks that were able to ring up the stairs to emerge outside the public submerged. nothing. I had to intervene when I saw him sweating profusely tapping his fingers on the cover of Paris Hilton's single, and luckily I managed to lock the truck when it was already returning to the player. 
here you will find the coveted ladders. nutritevene
atroC.TXZBtion
Quotes About Being Selfish
the title of this post has been removed to protect the image of the WPA
was not that I am now paying the excess with interest, in the form of this psychic undertow I gripping self-esteem and the will to live, I'd say that spending could be close enough to my ideal standard weekend. view of the good impression that we had to Pukkelpop for our second release we have chosen as carl craig dj shoulder, just that we did show in another place and another day. narcosperimentatori from vintage men like me and dj enzo us present at the gates of the supermarket while under the influence of a lethal cocktail of St. Simon & pro evolution soccer, which however does not prevent us from recognizing the horizon the outline of the good old
maxc , who had a steady job, a character mild, an intelligence higher than normal, but fell himself a victim of the synthetic sound that Friday night you instills the desire to merge with this mass of brawling unpresentable fourteen dedicated to ketamine, violence and promiscuity. then if you like your name enzo and purports to be a DJ there are strong chances that you spend a good part of the evening dispensing cigarettes to young girls of master hopes to receive in exchange for sexual favors that will never arrive. set carl craig what can I say? Usually in these cases by applying a formula of two words that involves a known monotheistic deity and wagging a quadruped. but in very exceptional cases only because I will not swear haunt me in the certainty that the most credible monotheistic deity on the market responds to its name by Carl Craig. set was the highlight of the match / merge of the audion mouth to mouth with the Bells by Jeff Mills, a track that was already resonated powerfully against these same walls a few months ago at the hands of its author. this time the bells was a slow and rather thin, actually not performed too openly, but in contact with the skeletal danse macabre audion has literally exploded in an epiphany of rare sound intensity, surface as a sudden glimpse of a veil that obscured the view of me on the last thirty years music and the synthesis, manipulation, distortion, and creation of sound in general. cinastic Saturday we come to the rain, but without danilo enzo fabio and definitely on a war footing in terms of bpm and a tiny band of followers in tow. primarily the first lady, decidedly hostile to the music that I carry around, but forced to submit to the sacred bond of our union at this time to believe that she falls into the category "In bad" (and when he looks at me with those big eyes brimming with despair and asks me "but never come back to listen to normal music?" ...). Garella follow a GG for a bizarre heart hormone are taking the features of a Puerto Rican drug dealer and that mich for heart hormone that everyone hoped he disposed of the features that still stand out as a young cocciante on the picture of his license. it has happened that someone asked me today "there were people?" and I frankly do not know what the fuck answer. in the sense that there was this strange phenomenon in which several dozen people came, I would say a fucking crowd, which only tended to come in for prendersi da bere, buttavano un orecchio alla nostra proposta sonora e poi facevano letteralmente a sberle per uscire il più in fretta possibile e campeggiare per tutta la sera fuori dal locale, a fumare centinaia di sigarette al freddo pur di non dover ascoltare nemmeno l’eco dei nostri sforzi. risultato pista vuota e un’adunanza popolare di rare proporzioni sulle scale antistanti al locale. enzo e fabio che sono più scafati se la sono cavata con un’alzata di spalle, io mi sono fatto prendere dallo sconforto e ho cercato consolazione in un surrogato liquido del pubblico, al punto che il barista a un bel momento ha dovuto fingere un guasto allo spillatore per allontanarmi dal bancone. l’unica folla presente al mio set era dunque quella delle green bottles were quickly assembled on the table, to the point that I almost thought to remove the mixer to be able to fit them all. fabio had also bequeathed two dancers motivated enough, only a true bureaucrat console spasmodically I wanted to respect the lineup and I wanted at all costs to start with a piece of burial called Distant Lights you enters the brain and not spring you more. I had read around and south of London, people go out of melon to this stuff here and then I said, if the dancing in South London not see why I should not dance at Ivrea. the cocks. however, the desertification of the track is a phenomenon that I think everyone should try it sooner or later because teaches you to keep your head in the face of adversity in life. I also said to be gone for a drink, now I put something persuasive and I'm going to take them. the cocks. have gone to never return. after me and the poor has been lavishing enzo in a series of unsuccessful radio-friendly tricks that were able to ring up the stairs to emerge outside the public submerged. nothing. I had to intervene when I saw him sweating profusely tapping his fingers on the cover of Paris Hilton's single, and luckily I managed to lock the truck when it was already returning to the player.
then fuck everyone knows that the development of the surf Sunday calls for calm, silenzio, armonia. e invece è tutto il giorno che siamo logorati dallo psicodramma felino tuttora in atto nel nostro salotto. abbiamo portato a casa Zazie, la nuova gattina, solo che invece della gattina devono averci rifilato una iena, perché è tutto il giorno che soffia come un’isterica, quando mi sono avvicinato per salutarla mi ha accolto sputandomi in faccia ma almeno so che non è un problema solo mio perché ha sputato in faccia pure l’orsacchiotto che gli avevamo dato per fare un po’ di simpatia. per non parlare di Micho al Mas Macho, che aveva cercato di accogliere la nuova arrivata con un certo numero di buoni propositi, ma quando si è avvicinato lei ha incominciato a produrre una serie di spaventosi suoni esoterici which have killed him the soul because, even though eight years and eight pounds heavier due to run away like a thief holed up in a corner from which they believe will come very soon, however, reminding us all what it means to no longer have the testes that had been supplied data. end. cinastic Saturday we come to the rain, but without danilo enzo fabio and definitely on a war footing in terms of bpm and a tiny band of followers in tow. primarily the first lady, decidedly hostile to the music that I carry around, but forced to submit to the sacred bond of our union at this time to believe that she falls into the category "In bad" (and when he looks at me with those big eyes brimming with despair and asks me "but never come back to listen to normal music?" ...). Garella follow a GG for a bizarre heart hormone are taking the features of a Puerto Rican drug dealer and that mich for heart hormone that everyone hoped he disposed of the features that still stand out as a young cocciante on the picture of his license. it has happened that someone asked me today "there were people?" and I frankly do not know what the fuck answer. in the sense that there was this strange phenomenon in which several dozen people came, I would say a fucking crowd, which only tended to come in for prendersi da bere, buttavano un orecchio alla nostra proposta sonora e poi facevano letteralmente a sberle per uscire il più in fretta possibile e campeggiare per tutta la sera fuori dal locale, a fumare centinaia di sigarette al freddo pur di non dover ascoltare nemmeno l’eco dei nostri sforzi. risultato pista vuota e un’adunanza popolare di rare proporzioni sulle scale antistanti al locale. enzo e fabio che sono più scafati se la sono cavata con un’alzata di spalle, io mi sono fatto prendere dallo sconforto e ho cercato consolazione in un surrogato liquido del pubblico, al punto che il barista a un bel momento ha dovuto fingere un guasto allo spillatore per allontanarmi dal bancone. l’unica folla presente al mio set era dunque quella delle green bottles were quickly assembled on the table, to the point that I almost thought to remove the mixer to be able to fit them all. fabio had also bequeathed two dancers motivated enough, only a true bureaucrat console spasmodically I wanted to respect the lineup and I wanted at all costs to start with a piece of burial called Distant Lights you enters the brain and not spring you more. I had read around and south of London, people go out of melon to this stuff here and then I said, if the dancing in South London not see why I should not dance at Ivrea. the cocks. however, the desertification of the track is a phenomenon that I think everyone should try it sooner or later because teaches you to keep your head in the face of adversity in life. I also said to be gone for a drink, now I put something persuasive and I'm going to take them. the cocks. have gone to never return. after me and the poor has been lavishing enzo in a series of unsuccessful radio-friendly tricks that were able to ring up the stairs to emerge outside the public submerged. nothing. I had to intervene when I saw him sweating profusely tapping his fingers on the cover of Paris Hilton's single, and luckily I managed to lock the truck when it was already returning to the player. here you will find the coveted ladders. nutritevene
atroC.TXZBtion
Sunday, October 15, 2006
80042306 The Shadow Copy Provider Had An Error
+ carl craig @ alliance wrong pitching supermarket cinastic
chance of redemption for those who had been so fucking lost from the evening of the pueblo. face our first trip training in emergency, without compelling reasons for danilo cowardice refused to perform in front of his home crowd. for all the girls who loved to get excited watching him wink at the audience while pushing the lower sexual healing marvin gaye, even moving his lips during the chorus, we refer you to the next date in Turin. My playlist
personally know a substantially intamarrimento. will be given more space to my new idol Matthew Dear aka Audion. so much space that does not exclude that I threw in her latest fabric to go to the bar to break free of beers. flatly denied the rumors of my imminent turning dubstep.
wrong pitching alliance chance of redemption for those who had been so fucking lost from the evening of the pueblo. face our first trip training in emergency, without compelling reasons for danilo cowardice refused to perform in front of his home crowd. for all the girls who loved to get excited watching him wink at the audience while pushing the lower sexual healing marvin gaye, even moving his lips during the chorus, we refer you to the next date in Turin. My playlist
personally know a substantially intamarrimento. will be given more space to my new idol Matthew Dear aka Audion. so much space that does not exclude that I threw in her latest fabric to go to the bar to break free of beers. flatly denied the rumors of my imminent turning dubstep.
@ 
cinastic
cinastic 
atroC.TXZBtion 80042306 The Shadow Copy Provider Had An Error
+ carl craig @ alliance wrong pitching supermarket cinastic
chance of redemption for those who had been so fucking lost from the evening of the pueblo. face our first trip training in emergency, without compelling reasons for danilo cowardice refused to perform in front of his home crowd. for all the girls who loved to get excited watching him wink at the audience while pushing the lower sexual healing marvin gaye, even moving his lips during the chorus, we refer you to the next date in Turin. My playlist
personally know a substantially intamarrimento. will be given more space to my new idol Matthew Dear aka Audion. so much space that does not exclude that I threw in her latest fabric to go to the bar to break free of beers. flatly denied the rumors of my imminent turning dubstep.
wrong pitching alliance chance of redemption for those who had been so fucking lost from the evening of the pueblo. face our first trip training in emergency, without compelling reasons for danilo cowardice refused to perform in front of his home crowd. for all the girls who loved to get excited watching him wink at the audience while pushing the lower sexual healing marvin gaye, even moving his lips during the chorus, we refer you to the next date in Turin. My playlist
personally know a substantially intamarrimento. will be given more space to my new idol Matthew Dear aka Audion. so much space that does not exclude that I threw in her latest fabric to go to the bar to break free of beers. flatly denied the rumors of my imminent turning dubstep.
@ cinastic
cinastic atroC.TXZBtion Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Physical Therapist Cover Letter
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for you poor bastards who live only a reflection of you know the show business is a wonderful thing. that once you're in it opens his eyes at noon with the brain whirring and you can not help but smile mischievously tossing and turning and thinking of all those useless turds that come to your sets to forget their lives of hardship and humiliating and exhausting work that just enough to set aside the ten neuro he needs to Saturday evening to swallow a couple of potion to better hear the beat that's you're dispensing. If the problem occurs to come when you realize that it is not noon but they are nine and a half, it is Saturday morning, but you have to go the same god dog to work because rather than looking at it from a DJ perspective and make the waiter at weddings Saturdays in September it looks like the people he likes a lot of you will marry and raise the chance that you've seen your ass in debt to buy the discs to put on the night before. and instead that the exhaustion of all cycles of sleep that you WOULD BE been entitled to give the alarm is Micho el mas Macho, who is trying to lick it off from the arms that patina stinking of whiskey & cola you transudate into the night. and when the first lady does not sleep with you Micho El Mas Macho is already quite pissed off of her but when it goes in a circle whiskey & cola becomes a bloodthirsty beast pounced on your body and rendered unserviceable by the excesses of the night before and and grits his teeth on your arm you can not help but mumble when you resume you will pay dearly for it to him. in reality when you've already taken you away, inside a large hall lighted a pill of ginseng you in the stomach is releasing its exciting potential bland and you're wearing a black vest with matching bow tie that demeans the memory of the t-shirt Cramps that show the night before behind the console. are again bent but underneath you a vassoio di carne sanguinante ha preso il posto del mixer e invece del ragazzo calvo che ti guarda con ammirazione chiedendoti “oh, ce l’hai villalobos?” ti ritrovi davanti agli occhi il padre della sposa che cortesemente ti fa presente che magari sì, un’altra fetta di carpaccio di manzo con rucola e castelmagno la prenderebbe volentieri. e le tue dita scorrono sul metallo e pinzano un brandello rosso fuoco con la stessa abilità e con la stessa eleganza con cui hai lasciato che i bassi rotolanti di just a man di audion deflorassero dolcemente il beat frantumato di her (jms dub) di soulphiction. e tu lo sapevi che sarebbe successo perché l’hai sentito nella cuffia, quello strumento di preveggenza sonora che ha il potere di elevarti above the masses, the audio channel that others do not have the further authority of sensory perception that all ambirebbero to have and otherwise as a business tool is certainly more appealing than this bow tie you shaking carotid artery.
and at the evening's gone great. well 
dj enzo , probably due to bludgeon the ears received a pro-evolution soccer a few hours before his set. a lesson in football, life, and humility that, unfortunately, marked him deeply, leaving him all evening mode beaten dog. a terrible blow, hard to digest, but dovrebbe restituirlo al mondo con una nuova consapevolezza. noi altri tre membri della
wrong pitching alliance
for you poor bastards who live only a reflection of you know the show business is a wonderful thing. that once you're in it opens his eyes at noon with the brain whirring and you can not help but smile mischievously tossing and turning and thinking of all those useless turds that come to your sets to forget their lives of hardship and humiliating and exhausting work that just enough to set aside the ten neuro he needs to Saturday evening to swallow a couple of potion to better hear the beat that's you're dispensing. If the problem occurs to come when you realize that it is not noon but they are nine and a half, it is Saturday morning, but you have to go the same god dog to work because rather than looking at it from a DJ perspective and make the waiter at weddings Saturdays in September it looks like the people he likes a lot of you will marry and raise the chance that you've seen your ass in debt to buy the discs to put on the night before. and instead that the exhaustion of all cycles of sleep that you WOULD BE been entitled to give the alarm is Micho el mas Macho, who is trying to lick it off from the arms that patina stinking of whiskey & cola you transudate into the night. and when the first lady does not sleep with you Micho El Mas Macho is already quite pissed off of her but when it goes in a circle whiskey & cola becomes a bloodthirsty beast pounced on your body and rendered unserviceable by the excesses of the night before and and grits his teeth on your arm you can not help but mumble when you resume you will pay dearly for it to him. in reality when you've already taken you away, inside a large hall lighted a pill of ginseng you in the stomach is releasing its exciting potential bland and you're wearing a black vest with matching bow tie that demeans the memory of the t-shirt Cramps that show the night before behind the console. are again bent but underneath you a vassoio di carne sanguinante ha preso il posto del mixer e invece del ragazzo calvo che ti guarda con ammirazione chiedendoti “oh, ce l’hai villalobos?” ti ritrovi davanti agli occhi il padre della sposa che cortesemente ti fa presente che magari sì, un’altra fetta di carpaccio di manzo con rucola e castelmagno la prenderebbe volentieri. e le tue dita scorrono sul metallo e pinzano un brandello rosso fuoco con la stessa abilità e con la stessa eleganza con cui hai lasciato che i bassi rotolanti di just a man di audion deflorassero dolcemente il beat frantumato di her (jms dub) di soulphiction. e tu lo sapevi che sarebbe successo perché l’hai sentito nella cuffia, quello strumento di preveggenza sonora che ha il potere di elevarti above the masses, the audio channel that others do not have the further authority of sensory perception that all ambirebbero to have and otherwise as a business tool is certainly more appealing than this bow tie you shaking carotid artery.
and at the evening's gone great.
danilo 
and
fabio decidedly subdued and 
dj enzo , probably due to bludgeon the ears received a pro-evolution soccer a few hours before his set. a lesson in football, life, and humility that, unfortunately, marked him deeply, leaving him all evening mode beaten dog. a terrible blow, hard to digest, but dovrebbe restituirlo al mondo con una nuova consapevolezza. noi altri tre membri della wrong pitching alliance
gli ci siamo prontamente stretti intorno in questo suo difficile viaggio nella sua nuova condizione di perdente.
io ero tranquillissimo. le settanta sigarette succhiate tra le 22.45 e le 23.15 hanno fatto in modo da intasarmi i polmoni quel tanto che bastava per sospendere momentaneamente l’afflusso di sangue pulito al cervello lasciandomi in quello stato di semi inconscienza che ha favorito la fluidità dell’esordio alla consolle. quando ho tirato via dal cellophane quella clamorosa compilation della
perlon
che risponde al nome di superlongevity 4 ho dovuto sopprimere una crisi di pianto. un po’ per l’emozione, a little 'thinking of the 22 zucchini that I had to lay on the counter of
les Yper
sound to get it. But it must be said that Judas bastard when you hear bouncing off walls like a piece in the shadow of Melchior Productions know exactly where the fuck is gone your money. everything was going well until it is returned dj enzo mode
lost baggage and I was thrown against shouting "there is sjae, is sjae, throw it all away !!!". so I stupidly removed the cd (which is complete with the original sticker on the cover) and I went to a meeting about ten seconds of silence, while from the window I saw
pueblo
away two men who had probably come to ask if the point was double parked and someone who dj enzo had instead taken to the fearsome bureaucracy.
what to say. I hope very much that the timetable becomes thicker and this story still goes on and on, at least until the venue owners do not realize that if instead of open up the doors of the bar gives us a thousand euro per person but they make us pay for the things that drink may cost him less.
atroC.TXZBtion
io ero tranquillissimo. le settanta sigarette succhiate tra le 22.45 e le 23.15 hanno fatto in modo da intasarmi i polmoni quel tanto che bastava per sospendere momentaneamente l’afflusso di sangue pulito al cervello lasciandomi in quello stato di semi inconscienza che ha favorito la fluidità dell’esordio alla consolle. quando ho tirato via dal cellophane quella clamorosa compilation della
perlon
che risponde al nome di superlongevity 4 ho dovuto sopprimere una crisi di pianto. un po’ per l’emozione, a little 'thinking of the 22 zucchini that I had to lay on the counter of
les Yper
sound to get it. But it must be said that Judas bastard when you hear bouncing off walls like a piece in the shadow of Melchior Productions know exactly where the fuck is gone your money. everything was going well until it is returned dj enzo mode
lost baggage and I was thrown against shouting "there is sjae, is sjae, throw it all away !!!". so I stupidly removed the cd (which is complete with the original sticker on the cover) and I went to a meeting about ten seconds of silence, while from the window I saw
pueblo
away two men who had probably come to ask if the point was double parked and someone who dj enzo had instead taken to the fearsome bureaucracy.
what to say. I hope very much that the timetable becomes thicker and this story still goes on and on, at least until the venue owners do not realize that if instead of open up the doors of the bar gives us a thousand euro per person but they make us pay for the things that drink may cost him less.
atroC.TXZBtion
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