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

danilo and

fabio decidedly subdued 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.

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