the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence. Monday, April 16, 2007
Carmax Estimate In Chicago
bulletproof on the t-shirts/because they hate us (extended version)
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence.
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence. work there so we organized the way God intended, we have cordoned off the worst film of the curve guests to the stage and see people lined up like a herd of lambs ready for slaughter has been a joy to behold. walking board fences and hanging out with my credit long coat flapping anticipating the pleasure of leaving people out of the room was a bit of exercise of power which again I can hardly do without. and I can not do without even the adrenaline rush that comes when people sbarella why you left them out and begin to cover them with insults. unfortunately it happened once when a fat guy yelling that we were attacked dogs and we had to retire to private life, as if being there in the middle was not part of our squalid private life. combination that once there he found the kaiser in the front row and I frankly I thought we'd lost. I was there with spoon in hand ready to pick up the remains of his body torn apart by the fury of a duecentinaio of film fans in abstinence but then when we were able to close the doors and barricade themselves inside the cinema until the cold weather have scattered the flocks of troublemakers. another aspect that I like much of this work is the ability to enter at will in the projectionist's cabin to go every ten minutes to break up the balls to the peaceful and solitary individuals who have decided to sacrifice their lives for the extraction of heavy circular coils. the reasons for the crushing could be the most diverse, the focus position of the picture, the volume too high a ghostly patches of light that pollute the sharpness of the screen. I also wrote some very nice conversations that I then had the courage to stage, I kind of stuff that by saying "oh, look at the picture goes out fuoco sui campi lunghi”, e quando lui mi chiedeva “lunghi come?” io gli rispondevo “lunghi come 'sto cazzo!!!!!”. da morir dal ridere veramente. un'esperienza dalla quale potete intuirmi maturato sia umanamente che professionalmente, come peraltro nella maggior parte delle mie
trasferte lavorative che tendono ogni volta a trasformarsi da prestigiose occasioni di crescita in patetiche scuse per sbevazzare come un deficiente e fumare come un ergastolano.
tra l'altro leggo poi nei commenti al mio ultimo post una serie di improbabili incitazioni a continuare a scrivere. non posso però fare a meno di constatare come dopo 4 anni di onorata carriera il mio blog si sia ormai trasformato in una humiliating string of reports of events that we could summarize in the diagram: me in some more or less defined geographical context that alcohol consumption surrounded by a cast of characters of dubious morality. I think striving to be successful even for a moment just imagine in the next episodes of the series without forcing them to spend their afternoons tear their fingertips on the keyboard, however, accounted for a moment you.
atroC.TXZBtion 
Carmax Estimate In Chicago
bulletproof on the t-shirts/because they hate us (extended version)
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence.
the beginning I who accompany me in a convent, which would be the place where I have done to stay in for a week. first blasphemy discharged after three minutes flat, when I stumbled out of the elevator, because even inside the lair of the wolf I am certainly not one of those who are intimidated. at the end of the tale but I'm here for me to walk away from convent shaken by tremors of the surf that I sawed off the legs. I also feel the phone vibrate on but when I pick up I have to note that the vibranza rather than the phone seems to be caused by the walls of my stomach that are crumbling noise in a painful process autodigestivo caused by an overdose of the bitter herbs. the bitter because they are bastards when they have finished digesting the stuff to eat are beginning to attack the internal organs and even those you digest. head me feel as if I had shit in there and bend your knees are terribly under the weight of this bag that hangs from my shoulder. That's why I limp to the side is the phenomenon that I have put together room, a boy of twenty years with the beard who despite his tender age is already proving a promising young dell'aggrappamento ancient art at the bar. it must be said that his compulsion for lifting small glass containers, and his obsessive need to see any kind of audiovisual product remind me somewhat of the same pre-erasmus me a few years ago. the problem is not so much me that I see myself in him as a young man, he should rather be worrying about the fact of seeing potential in me as an old man himself, a kind of memento mori peddler had received from God himself, visual epiphany in the brain that should print the photograph of the miserable that could become bankrupt in a few years if it begins to straighten the path. Then they put us to work with a girl. Kaiser, who was our leader (God's name do you do when foreshadows the fate ...), I suppose that had infiltrated to put a little 'common sense and good taste within the microcosm of our business. resounding failure, since it consists in the guise of a degree in Literature was hiding a slurp of rare vehemence of aperitifs, and stocks are primarily responsible for annihilation of St. Simon of confidence from our bar (the image of the owner of the cafe goes out to buy a bottle of St. Simon the bar beside me will remain long in the memory). a underemployed like me, that for once he happens to work a week he'd like to maybe make a good impression, supported a character in the middle of a working day of negroni forces you to swallow on an empty stomach was the part of Kaiser blatant misconduct as well as a trap to test the limits of my feeble skills. among other things, not content with giving yet another tombstone on my career she was also the person that I froze publicly define an irritating person. since I am used to being worshiped like a pagan god of all individuals to whom they grant the privilege of attending a moment I was blown away and it took three rounds of Amaro Braulio before my self-esteem back to above the alert level. so that one wonders what a fine job that could combine a well-stocked team like ours. but fortunately the direction of the festival had taken care to hide all three under the wing of a teetotaler, a character that I would call the leaders of Franco Baresi Hall of film festivals: expert, precise, clean interventions, and technically morally irreproachable and ability to master a repulsion to the debauchery that will surely prolong his career a few decades. with him in the control room to pull the strings I could spend a week in a crowded place without publicly humiliate me even once. I are long and vainly tried to find a precedent. to people as outcasts like me should not do is hand over the keys of his life in hopes of being guided to a dignified existence. work there so we organized the way God intended, we have cordoned off the worst film of the curve guests to the stage and see people lined up like a herd of lambs ready for slaughter has been a joy to behold. walking board fences and hanging out with my credit long coat flapping anticipating the pleasure of leaving people out of the room was a bit of exercise of power which again I can hardly do without. and I can not do without even the adrenaline rush that comes when people sbarella why you left them out and begin to cover them with insults. unfortunately it happened once when a fat guy yelling that we were attacked dogs and we had to retire to private life, as if being there in the middle was not part of our squalid private life. combination that once there he found the kaiser in the front row and I frankly I thought we'd lost. I was there with spoon in hand ready to pick up the remains of his body torn apart by the fury of a duecentinaio of film fans in abstinence but then when we were able to close the doors and barricade themselves inside the cinema until the cold weather have scattered the flocks of troublemakers. another aspect that I like much of this work is the ability to enter at will in the projectionist's cabin to go every ten minutes to break up the balls to the peaceful and solitary individuals who have decided to sacrifice their lives for the extraction of heavy circular coils. the reasons for the crushing could be the most diverse, the focus position of the picture, the volume too high a ghostly patches of light that pollute the sharpness of the screen. I also wrote some very nice conversations that I then had the courage to stage, I kind of stuff that by saying "oh, look at the picture goes out fuoco sui campi lunghi”, e quando lui mi chiedeva “lunghi come?” io gli rispondevo “lunghi come 'sto cazzo!!!!!”. da morir dal ridere veramente. un'esperienza dalla quale potete intuirmi maturato sia umanamente che professionalmente, come peraltro nella maggior parte delle mie
trasferte lavorative che tendono ogni volta a trasformarsi da prestigiose occasioni di crescita in patetiche scuse per sbevazzare come un deficiente e fumare come un ergastolano.
tra l'altro leggo poi nei commenti al mio ultimo post una serie di improbabili incitazioni a continuare a scrivere. non posso però fare a meno di constatare come dopo 4 anni di onorata carriera il mio blog si sia ormai trasformato in una humiliating string of reports of events that we could summarize in the diagram: me in some more or less defined geographical context that alcohol consumption surrounded by a cast of characters of dubious morality. I think striving to be successful even for a moment just imagine in the next episodes of the series without forcing them to spend their afternoons tear their fingertips on the keyboard, however, accounted for a moment you.
atroC.TXZBtion
Friday, April 6, 2007
Pokemon Yelow For Gpsphone
lullaby for the working class vol. 6: drink on duty and other professional felonies
fuck am disappointed. Bass will be the paradise I had a mythical moment, because then once we walked in he was not son of enjoyment that I quest'apoteosi I foreshadowed in my warped mind of the worshiper subwoofer. when they told us that they had struck down the tweeter speakers, tweeter, all speakers of all the fucking, I'm like, fuck I care, so I came here to pump the bass. I so my goal in life is to make you hear frequencies in single digits, scrape the plaster from the walls during Anti War Dub Digital Mystikz, hear gurgling stomachs for unhealthy vibranza Revolution 5 Roots Manuva feat. Chali 2na. that when I land in a theatrical console as a wrestler the first thing I do is execute the high and medium through a work of cruel smanopolamento. once rose even danilo, dj-grower, to scold because said I was exaggerating. danilo dick in my opinion is that he is exaggerating with its manifestations of stardom as an actress of the silent cinema. now has become our Pete Doherty, the other three that we always go to serious work, laid, professional, but he now looks exhausted by the excesses in the evenings. the other night that I was not an aspirin dissolved in a glass of white Nardini and after that was so sbarellato dj enzo had to intervene to help push the open button on the CD player because he could not. and same here this evening, has barricaded himself inside the dressing room in a state of deterioration screaming that he is a professional and without the tweeter was not working. wanted to send my cousin to dismantle the platform of the machine to connect to our sound, only that my cousin had mounted only on the point because he says that while the subwoofer when you walk down the street to girls interested to hear just that, then no point in wasting money to components of the audio is not conducive to vaginal lubrication. among other things must be said that before coming here in the room we went to dinner at a restaurant and he and dj enzo have spent the time talking about pussy loudly hoping to impress the two girls sitting next to that fact got up and went away in the mid-starters. and the funny stuff is that dj enzo then dumped me as usual, the responsibility on me because according to him since he started dating does not go into the hole once it has one. I do not know, maybe then it really my fault, but what little I remember of the subtle mechanisms of seduction I think women see you when you Pintone drains a one and a half of red canavese tend not to identify yourself as a potential father of their children.
after when we go into the room must be said that before us there was a band playing Balkan music. were actually of very good person, unfortunately I only have this problem with Balkan music that makes me really want him to die. I hear those trombones and accordions as I'm scratching my brain grow in a disturbing grudge against the person of Goran Bregovic, the main architect of the proliferation of a custom music created with the specific intent to undermine my sanity. the people around me is happy. every hop and every smile is for me a razor in the lower abdomen. I shit inside that trombone.
have been able to imagine what will people think of me that five minutes before hopping and happy but now there is still and staring at an angry jerk with the megadeth shirt from behind the console can not do anything but invest them with a hail of distorted bass and mournful. now I would be willing to hear once again all night soundtrack black cat white cat just to beg for a handful of high frequencies. sound speakers spewing mud indistinguishable that this gives the appearance of the room empty worst outbreak of smallpox. it pains me to admit it, but I had to realize that a life without high and medium without it is not worth living. Daniel leaves the dressing room to tell us that he had said. I had prepared a DJ set to the theme with which I dreamed of exporting out of my room the concept of gangsta reggae, but my stories silent killer Rastafarians and rhymes that tell of skulls uncovered a glock shots are expected to remain closed inside my briefcase. we alternate the console annihilated by anxiety until such time as finally we are told to go away because there is no one to listen. quell'avvinazzato anybody except the bar to which I promised that I would put on something anna oxa.
atro.CTXZBtion
Pokemon Yelow For Gpsphone
lullaby for the working class vol. 6: drink on duty and other professional felonies
fuck am disappointed. Bass will be the paradise I had a mythical moment, because then once we walked in he was not son of enjoyment that I quest'apoteosi I foreshadowed in my warped mind of the worshiper subwoofer. when they told us that they had struck down the tweeter speakers, tweeter, all speakers of all the fucking, I'm like, fuck I care, so I came here to pump the bass. I so my goal in life is to make you hear frequencies in single digits, scrape the plaster from the walls during Anti War Dub Digital Mystikz, hear gurgling stomachs for unhealthy vibranza Revolution 5 Roots Manuva feat. Chali 2na. that when I land in a theatrical console as a wrestler the first thing I do is execute the high and medium through a work of cruel smanopolamento. once rose even danilo, dj-grower, to scold because said I was exaggerating. danilo dick in my opinion is that he is exaggerating with its manifestations of stardom as an actress of the silent cinema. now has become our Pete Doherty, the other three that we always go to serious work, laid, professional, but he now looks exhausted by the excesses in the evenings. the other night that I was not an aspirin dissolved in a glass of white Nardini and after that was so sbarellato dj enzo had to intervene to help push the open button on the CD player because he could not. and same here this evening, has barricaded himself inside the dressing room in a state of deterioration screaming that he is a professional and without the tweeter was not working. wanted to send my cousin to dismantle the platform of the machine to connect to our sound, only that my cousin had mounted only on the point because he says that while the subwoofer when you walk down the street to girls interested to hear just that, then no point in wasting money to components of the audio is not conducive to vaginal lubrication. among other things must be said that before coming here in the room we went to dinner at a restaurant and he and dj enzo have spent the time talking about pussy loudly hoping to impress the two girls sitting next to that fact got up and went away in the mid-starters. and the funny stuff is that dj enzo then dumped me as usual, the responsibility on me because according to him since he started dating does not go into the hole once it has one. I do not know, maybe then it really my fault, but what little I remember of the subtle mechanisms of seduction I think women see you when you Pintone drains a one and a half of red canavese tend not to identify yourself as a potential father of their children.
after when we go into the room must be said that before us there was a band playing Balkan music. were actually of very good person, unfortunately I only have this problem with Balkan music that makes me really want him to die. I hear those trombones and accordions as I'm scratching my brain grow in a disturbing grudge against the person of Goran Bregovic, the main architect of the proliferation of a custom music created with the specific intent to undermine my sanity. the people around me is happy. every hop and every smile is for me a razor in the lower abdomen. I shit inside that trombone.
have been able to imagine what will people think of me that five minutes before hopping and happy but now there is still and staring at an angry jerk with the megadeth shirt from behind the console can not do anything but invest them with a hail of distorted bass and mournful. now I would be willing to hear once again all night soundtrack black cat white cat just to beg for a handful of high frequencies. sound speakers spewing mud indistinguishable that this gives the appearance of the room empty worst outbreak of smallpox. it pains me to admit it, but I had to realize that a life without high and medium without it is not worth living. Daniel leaves the dressing room to tell us that he had said. I had prepared a DJ set to the theme with which I dreamed of exporting out of my room the concept of gangsta reggae, but my stories silent killer Rastafarians and rhymes that tell of skulls uncovered a glock shots are expected to remain closed inside my briefcase. we alternate the console annihilated by anxiety until such time as finally we are told to go away because there is no one to listen. quell'avvinazzato anybody except the bar to which I promised that I would put on something anna oxa.
atro.CTXZBtion
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