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nbspBar of
& Tracky.
& nbspLex, speaks at the third martini olive
(mentally)

& NbspSe not find a way to define something, that exists?
I can not explain my work. So, formally, I non-work.
& nbspA be a salary tax take, but let us be realistic my salary is inconsistent. It is so small that when it comes to the bank, the balance changes only in places, those after the comma.
& nbspNon work bores me to death. To pass the time I guess I have a job, an office with a lot of beautiful paper and ballpoint pens. And by association, I think Mr. Biro, the cosmic background radiation, LSD ...
& NbspNel my office there are no non- colleagues. Even they do not know what to do, so do not exist. But there are things you can do the same damage. When I was small I was afraid of the monster in the closet closed, Crot. During the day I was sure of his absence, by night becomes a little more skeptical. And even if Crot really did not live among my clothes, I did me in earnest. The non- colleagues, because they scare me and pretend to be talking about looking into his eyes.
& nbspAnche my boss there, but he does not combine anything and this is not anything that she swallows. I'm naive and I hope which one day will cause distraction and gets to work. A non-head can not fire you.
& nbspSul my vice I have several doubts. Appears to be a cross between a hobbit and a gremlin. He pretends to work, so a bit 'and there is a little' no. In the first intermittently I am sure that is a Hob-Gremli-it. In the second I wonder how someone who is non- can be so bad.
& nbspQuando I try to explain to anyone what-I do not Someone is swallowed, ruminated, and then vomited out of nothing cosmic. Nothing is a washing machine that will spin together with pieces of glass.

nbspTracky & Lex notes with a blank stare and laugh.
& nbspLex peel your eyes from the void and the fixed oil. Grab a toothpick and cannibalizing her interlocutor.
& nbspTracky: "What are you thinking?"
& nbspLex: "Oh, no, the job ..."

Dry Humping And Yeast Infection

powder inconsistency


nbspBar of
& Tracky.
& nbspLex, speaks at the third martini olive
(mentally)

& NbspSe not find a way to define something, that exists?
I can not explain my work. So, formally, I non-work.
& nbspA be a salary tax take, but let us be realistic my salary is inconsistent. It is so small that when it comes to the bank, the balance changes only in places, those after the comma.
& nbspNon work bores me to death. To pass the time I guess I have a job, an office with a lot of beautiful paper and ballpoint pens. And by association, I think Mr. Biro, the cosmic background radiation, LSD ...
& NbspNel my office there are no non- colleagues. Even they do not know what to do, so do not exist. But there are things you can do the same damage. When I was small I was afraid of the monster in the closet closed, Crot. During the day I was sure of his absence, by night becomes a little more skeptical. And even if Crot really did not live among my clothes, I did me in earnest. The non- colleagues, because they scare me and pretend to be talking about looking into his eyes.
& nbspAnche my boss there, but he does not combine anything and this is not anything that she swallows. I'm naive and I hope which one day will cause distraction and gets to work. A non-head can not fire you.
& nbspSul my vice I have several doubts. Appears to be a cross between a hobbit and a gremlin. He pretends to work, so a bit 'and there is a little' no. In the first intermittently I am sure that is a Hob-Gremli-it. In the second I wonder how someone who is non- can be so bad.
& nbspQuando I try to explain to anyone what-I do not Someone is swallowed, ruminated, and then vomited out of nothing cosmic. Nothing is a washing machine that will spin together with pieces of glass.

nbspTracky & Lex notes with a blank stare and laugh.
& nbspLex peel your eyes from the void and the fixed oil. Grab a toothpick and cannibalizing her interlocutor.
& nbspTracky: "What are you thinking?"
& nbspLex: "Oh, no, the job ..."

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& nbspAl twenty-fifth day of the year again ...

Tracky - disposing of the hangover capodannesca - focuses on land issues: the customers. A platoon who begs, fourteen-hour-on-twenty-four, sugar and drugs legalized. A crowd with cocktail sauce and stuff handfuls of grain.
& nbspLui, impassive, serving coffee and dispenses smiles over the counter. There, people of every race and age, posing as doses of discontent and pills of wisdom. Tracky is so impervious to become commonplace.
& nbspA end of the day hanging her coat on a nail and is dedicated to his favorite passion: alcohol orgasms. Obtained by mixing one part vodka, a piece of lemon and a part of Laura (or Frank, or Ross, or ...)

Oiro points to yet another promotion. According to our calculations in 2015 will be at the top. Can you imagine God with the dancers?

Pat , as every year, is detoxifying from Lex and all those who beg for attention and advice. He retired at his monastery for a week and practice the preferred silence. He says that the mind is empty, the soul becomes light and hearing is refined. He argues that you can hear the flowers bloom.
& NbspChissà that noise will the balls that crumble.

Radicequadra enjoys his single week. When not at the club's Sudoku is dedicated to his dream. He is writing a novel mathematical entitled "The real story of an irrational number." Subtitle: not this be an algebraic number, yes it is a problem.
& nbspSe the remains a few minutes deepens his knowledge of html. Must have parcel, free and the myriad of seconds what is slipping away: talking to tag and provides links to thoughts. It seems that Google is trying to index.

Patatinanina loves Patatinonino and vice versa. Since the beginning of the year if you have already called 34 000 times. Satan is torn off to Sugar, the cat nearby, prevailed on the mailman (who shouted twice) and has sought to transform the plumber in a white voice. A lump in her favorite cover reminds her that has a score to settle with the enemy bastard: Xyz.

Zot works day and night, and her lips stutter in one word: sca-den-ze. Deadlines are unpredictable enemies: they seem far away, a lot. So you end up losing sight, deconcentrated you just a moment and they will not care. Worse than a secret society, the deadlines are moving in the shadows. And while you stay there a daze staring at the monitor or hanging around on the phone with a friend, they are plotting. And then one day, along with a flurry of bad luck, landing on your doormat in the mailbox or creep like a virus in your mail. And you're dead.
& nbspZot has counted the minutes. Try not to miss a second and swallowed gallons of coffee to stay awake and incinerates tons of tobacco.
& nbspLa nicotine is eroding the plaster of the office.
& NbspI customers come from his studio with ashes on his clothes.
Zot is concerned, does not see his secretary for about a week. She is somewhere between the desk and meeting room. Lost in the fog.

& nbspL'infelicità of Lex is reaching peaks surprising. You do not scrape off the bottom, the auger.
& nbspIl his work has turned into a blob that ingurgita touches. A blob unmistakable consistency: shit. Instead of a love life has the dry branch of a still life. And then you feel abandoned, the divine Pat is unattainable. This condition causes the anxiety, the anxiety drowns ingrippa neurons and the brain. Lex loses the power to create strings of letters make sense. He opens his mouth and the words make a crash test.
"Yesterday I got a wake up call ... I was completely gummed. I dropped the chain, I need a Spakka evaporates ... sfrantegamento that! "
& nbspCose so. Things to Lex (NATO).

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& nbspAl twenty-fifth day of the year again ...

Tracky - disposing of the hangover capodannesca - focuses on land issues: the customers. A platoon who begs, fourteen-hour-on-twenty-four, sugar and drugs legalized. A crowd with cocktail sauce and stuff handfuls of grain.
& nbspLui, impassive, serving coffee and dispenses smiles over the counter. There, people of every race and age, posing as doses of discontent and pills of wisdom. Tracky is so impervious to become commonplace.
& nbspA end of the day hanging her coat on a nail and is dedicated to his favorite passion: alcohol orgasms. Obtained by mixing one part vodka, a piece of lemon and a part of Laura (or Frank, or Ross, or ...)

Oiro points to yet another promotion. According to our calculations in 2015 will be at the top. Can you imagine God with the dancers?

Pat , as every year, is detoxifying from Lex and all those who beg for attention and advice. He retired at his monastery for a week and practice the preferred silence. He says that the mind is empty, the soul becomes light and hearing is refined. He argues that you can hear the flowers bloom.
& NbspChissà that noise will the balls that crumble.

Radicequadra enjoys his single week. When not at the club's Sudoku is dedicated to his dream. He is writing a novel mathematical entitled "The real story of an irrational number." Subtitle: not this be an algebraic number, yes it is a problem.
& nbspSe the remains a few minutes deepens his knowledge of html. Must have parcel, free and the myriad of seconds what is slipping away: talking to tag and provides links to thoughts. It seems that Google is trying to index.

Patatinanina loves Patatinonino and vice versa. Since the beginning of the year if you have already called 34 000 times. Satan is torn off to Sugar, the cat nearby, prevailed on the mailman (who shouted twice) and has sought to transform the plumber in a white voice. A lump in her favorite cover reminds her that has a score to settle with the enemy bastard: Xyz.

Zot works day and night, and her lips stutter in one word: sca-den-ze. Deadlines are unpredictable enemies: they seem far away, a lot. So you end up losing sight, deconcentrated you just a moment and they will not care. Worse than a secret society, the deadlines are moving in the shadows. And while you stay there a daze staring at the monitor or hanging around on the phone with a friend, they are plotting. And then one day, along with a flurry of bad luck, landing on your doormat in the mailbox or creep like a virus in your mail. And you're dead.
& nbspZot has counted the minutes. Try not to miss a second and swallowed gallons of coffee to stay awake and incinerates tons of tobacco.
& nbspLa nicotine is eroding the plaster of the office.
& NbspI customers come from his studio with ashes on his clothes.
Zot is concerned, does not see his secretary for about a week. She is somewhere between the desk and meeting room. Lost in the fog.

& nbspL'infelicità of Lex is reaching peaks surprising. You do not scrape off the bottom, the auger.
& nbspIl his work has turned into a blob that ingurgita touches. A blob unmistakable consistency: shit. Instead of a love life has the dry branch of a still life. And then you feel abandoned, the divine Pat is unattainable. This condition causes the anxiety, the anxiety drowns ingrippa neurons and the brain. Lex loses the power to create strings of letters make sense. He opens his mouth and the words make a crash test.
"Yesterday I got a wake up call ... I was completely gummed. I dropped the chain, I need a Spakka evaporates ... sfrantegamento that! "
& nbspCose so. Things to Lex (NATO).

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& nbspBar of Tracky
& nbspLex - disoriented by traumatic events sentimental - he relies on the wisdom of the divine supreme Pat, his friend and well-known Zen master of low

Lex: "And all of a sudden puff , disintegrated, smolecolarizzato, spa-ri-to ... but 're beautiful, you're the woman in my life, without you I'm more ! "
Pat: "Disappeared?" No, no, no! ", Says moving the finger mo 'wiper' You are way off. This is simply a liquid."
Lex: "What?"
& nbspPat system is to tie the knot, then, with thoughtful air, sprinkle the sleeve of his jacket. Breathe in and out. It focuses and takes breath.
& nbspTracky from behind the counter, note-Tibetan mystic atmosphere and stops to polish the glasses.
Pat: "Liquids are characterized by their volume and have a density very similar to those of solids. In general, the affinity for the solid end there. The liquid should not be confused with the gaseous - which occupy a even the lowest rung of the social scale - have a small density and can expand to any size ... "
Lex: "We're always talking about the jerk who dumped me?"
Pat (raising an eyebrow): "Characteristic of fluids is the isotropy regarding the properties of deformation, elasticity, spread ..."
& nbspLex looks Tracky air in despair, he shakes his head as if to say ah, do not ask me!
Pat: "Everything okay?"
Lex: "It may seem incredible, but I do not understand that c'azzecca fluid dynamics with an asshole. "
Pat (snorting):" A liquid is a state of matter is a fluid whose shape is that of the container that the liquid fills the same. "
Lex : "If you do not stop talking like Obi Wan Kenobi Einstein I'll scream! I am a woman and women need to understand why they suffer. So, then, may begin to cry. "
Pat (making the hand sign to wait):" Liquid is a person who occupies the space that the grant, is completely devoid of personality and tends to accommodate your needs-needs-expectations, only to complain to your requirements-thirds of the needs-expectations. Obviously, it is incapable of saying 'no' or to take a position ... "Lex
(look thunderstruck by the revelation):" Oh, it's him! "
Pat:" With a woman the liquid has been advancing to the report, the door to a next step, and higher still, and more on ... until the time comes for him to disappear. And it is at that point, magic spells, it becomes gaseous. "
Lex: "So my love before it is liquefied and turned into a fart."
Pat (master's satisfied smile): "Exactly."
Lex: "I swear that when I met seemed so ..." Lex rotates his hands in the air to catch the right words "... sweet, yet decided."
Pat: "This means that it was still a liquid crystal."
Lex : "I'm afraid to ask what it means."
Pat: "Liquid crystals are an exception to ordinary liquids. Being a person that has an intermediate stage between solid and liquid ... "
Lex:" A shit at the crossroads, in fact. "
& nbspPat ago nodded his head. Solenne. And in the tow bar silence.
& nbspLex down the void, the void that Pat looks down Lex. Tracky notes Lex, Pat and the vacuum fixed.
& NbspLa hard thing for a while. Then the mystical moment - the result of greater awareness - is disturbed by a sound beyond the counter.
Tracky : "Sorry," he says, sketching a smile. In one hand he holds the corkscrew and a bottle of white "is that by dint of talking about liquid ..."

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& nbspBar of Tracky
& nbspLex - disoriented by traumatic events sentimental - he relies on the wisdom of the divine supreme Pat, his friend and well-known Zen master of low

Lex: "And all of a sudden puff , disintegrated, smolecolarizzato, spa-ri-to ... but 're beautiful, you're the woman in my life, without you I'm more ! "
Pat: "Disappeared?" No, no, no! ", Says moving the finger mo 'wiper' You are way off. This is simply a liquid."
Lex: "What?"
& nbspPat system is to tie the knot, then, with thoughtful air, sprinkle the sleeve of his jacket. Breathe in and out. It focuses and takes breath.
& nbspTracky from behind the counter, note-Tibetan mystic atmosphere and stops to polish the glasses.
Pat: "Liquids are characterized by their volume and have a density very similar to those of solids. In general, the affinity for the solid end there. The liquid should not be confused with the gaseous - which occupy a even the lowest rung of the social scale - have a small density and can expand to any size ... "
Lex: "We're always talking about the jerk who dumped me?"
Pat (raising an eyebrow): "Characteristic of fluids is the isotropy regarding the properties of deformation, elasticity, spread ..."
& nbspLex looks Tracky air in despair, he shakes his head as if to say ah, do not ask me!
Pat: "Everything okay?"
Lex: "It may seem incredible, but I do not understand that c'azzecca fluid dynamics with an asshole. "
Pat (snorting):" A liquid is a state of matter is a fluid whose shape is that of the container that the liquid fills the same. "
Lex : "If you do not stop talking like Obi Wan Kenobi Einstein I'll scream! I am a woman and women need to understand why they suffer. So, then, may begin to cry. "
Pat (making the hand sign to wait):" Liquid is a person who occupies the space that the grant, is completely devoid of personality and tends to accommodate your needs-needs-expectations, only to complain to your requirements-thirds of the needs-expectations. Obviously, it is incapable of saying 'no' or to take a position ... "Lex
(look thunderstruck by the revelation):" Oh, it's him! "
Pat:" With a woman the liquid has been advancing to the report, the door to a next step, and higher still, and more on ... until the time comes for him to disappear. And it is at that point, magic spells, it becomes gaseous. "
Lex: "So my love before it is liquefied and turned into a fart."
Pat (master's satisfied smile): "Exactly."
Lex: "I swear that when I met seemed so ..." Lex rotates his hands in the air to catch the right words "... sweet, yet decided."
Pat: "This means that it was still a liquid crystal."
Lex : "I'm afraid to ask what it means."
Pat: "Liquid crystals are an exception to ordinary liquids. Being a person that has an intermediate stage between solid and liquid ... "
Lex:" A shit at the crossroads, in fact. "
& nbspPat ago nodded his head. Solenne. And in the tow bar silence.
& nbspLex down the void, the void that Pat looks down Lex. Tracky notes Lex, Pat and the vacuum fixed.
& NbspLa hard thing for a while. Then the mystical moment - the result of greater awareness - is disturbed by a sound beyond the counter.
Tracky : "Sorry," he says, sketching a smile. In one hand he holds the corkscrew and a bottle of white "is that by dint of talking about liquid ..."

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New Year somewhere in the world

# 1 Tracky

& nbspTetro bar. A graveyard of empty bottles.

& nbspTracky try to focus on the glass on the table. If I focus on the move, think. you move it. I can not. I can do ...
& nbspNella right hand clutching a bottle of gin. In the left one beer. This leads to the mouth first, thinking the second sip. The propellant reaches the brain as a sputnik.
& nbspVa in a tsunami wave of alcohol.
& nbspTracky collapses and as his body crashed to the floor, his head striking a stool, the stool is tilted and hits the table. The glass is upside down. Rolls, exceeding the Pillars of Hercules - the end of his world - slips over the edge of the table and smashes on the floor.
& nbspTracky raises an eyelid and fixing the broken glass scattered on the ground. I am a dragon , babbles. Then he keels over.

# 2 Lex &
nbspNoto vippaio, mountain resorts.

I-die-now-now-immediately , Lex thought, and the guy handed her a glass.
& nbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "I can serve you the excellent champagne?"
& nbspLex: "Thanks," he says trying to detach his eyes from the horrible Tyrolean jacket wearing nano-master-of-home.
& NbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "The duties toward the host in this case are a real pleasure" and his lips slide into a vicious smile.
& nbspLex "graces".
& nbspLex looks around, looking for comfort in the present. Chick sees a long and dry, disguised as a Christmas ball in emerald green velvet. She wears a necklace with diamonds imperaiale specific weight of the anchor of the Titanic. Do not eat, talk and smile. Probably the dear mother's lips pasted with Coccoina: to keep it lean, to keep her quiet and avoid the danger lines.
& nbspGli other guests are not a better show. Lex is certain that Santa, having picked up his little thought antichristmas , is the delivery within two sacks of bad luck and an evening of shit.

# 3 Oiro
& nbspTirolo. Two thousand meters and a few centimeters.

& nbspOiro darts on a sled at a speed of three hundred and seventy kilometers per hour. The sheets are melting, the snow evaporates, the pine needles from the branches splash in a sort of mutiny plant.
& nbspOiro - equipped with boots in titanium alloy - goes to the valley with the wind that crumpled cheeks, turning his face in imitation more apt and chilling Url Munch.
& nbspOiro wants to break through the new year, not going into it.

# 4 Zot
& nbspAgriturismo, country, house Patatininini

& nbspPatatinonino talk Patatinanina
"Cupid ..."
"Tell me Amorinonino."
"Eat cotechinonino?"
"Yes, Cupid."
"With lenticchieninenine?"
"Yes, amorinonino."
"Look, it's almost mezzanotteninanina!"
"Yes, Cupid, missing a minute or two."
& nbspZot, brandished two pillows and those linked - by way 'of earmuffs - with a surplus of red tape to packages, trying to maintain their own bells and whistles on the spot. Try to prevent their drying - and the resulting spray - focusing on earthly things: focus crashes, wars, horns, flogging ...
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspZot rises and as a suicide bomber - after having eliminated the pillows megacuffia model of Double or nothing - it launches the window.

# 5 & Xyz
nbspInferno in green, with monsters.

& nbspXyz stopped wagging his tail for several minutes. But - in the absence of dogs sense of time - she seems like hours, days, years.
& nbspwith one eye fixed on his master. He has a suspicious behavior.
& nbspwith the other monitors the enemy: animal, a female Doberman breed, code-named CIA. Trauma renamed after a minor accident against an articulated vehicle that has won a disconnected neurons and behavior in one direction. If the fixed bite you. If you touch it, you bite. If you think about her, come and bite you.
& nbspQuesto if you're a human.
& nbspSe're a dog, she'll smell it and then turns you into a coat for pincher nano.
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspXyz sights with the eye open, Zot stand on the chair and jump out the window. But this is idiot, he thinks.
& nbspPoi, engaged with the eye, focuses on CIA-Trauma-Satan. He thinks for a moment - that seems to last hours, days, years - and launched into space.

00:01 pm
1 from January 2007
& nbspXyz is about to land on the head of Zot
& nbspZot going to smash, ass, a planter
& nbspOiro is to embrace the new year, in his case, means rub against the snow cat
& nbspLex is going to impact against the reality that the New Year is barbarous created to remind the mortals who, it turns turns, customs are barbaric shit
& nbspTracky is the only one with his feet on the ground ... and the face on the ground, his head on the floor, and legs on the ground ...

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New Year somewhere in the world

# 1 Tracky

& nbspTetro bar. A graveyard of empty bottles.

& nbspTracky try to focus on the glass on the table. If I focus on the move, think. you move it. I can not. I can do ...
& nbspNella right hand clutching a bottle of gin. In the left one beer. This leads to the mouth first, thinking the second sip. The propellant reaches the brain as a sputnik.
& nbspVa in a tsunami wave of alcohol.
& nbspTracky collapses and as his body crashed to the floor, his head striking a stool, the stool is tilted and hits the table. The glass is upside down. Rolls, exceeding the Pillars of Hercules - the end of his world - slips over the edge of the table and smashes on the floor.
& nbspTracky raises an eyelid and fixing the broken glass scattered on the ground. I am a dragon , babbles. Then he keels over.

# 2 Lex &
nbspNoto vippaio, mountain resorts.

I-die-now-now-immediately , Lex thought, and the guy handed her a glass.
& nbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "I can serve you the excellent champagne?"
& nbspLex: "Thanks," he says trying to detach his eyes from the horrible Tyrolean jacket wearing nano-master-of-home.
& NbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "The duties toward the host in this case are a real pleasure" and his lips slide into a vicious smile.
& nbspLex "graces".
& nbspLex looks around, looking for comfort in the present. Chick sees a long and dry, disguised as a Christmas ball in emerald green velvet. She wears a necklace with diamonds imperaiale specific weight of the anchor of the Titanic. Do not eat, talk and smile. Probably the dear mother's lips pasted with Coccoina: to keep it lean, to keep her quiet and avoid the danger lines.
& nbspGli other guests are not a better show. Lex is certain that Santa, having picked up his little thought antichristmas , is the delivery within two sacks of bad luck and an evening of shit.

# 3 Oiro
& nbspTirolo. Two thousand meters and a few centimeters.

& nbspOiro darts on a sled at a speed of three hundred and seventy kilometers per hour. The sheets are melting, the snow evaporates, the pine needles from the branches splash in a sort of mutiny plant.
& nbspOiro - equipped with boots in titanium alloy - goes to the valley with the wind that crumpled cheeks, turning his face in imitation more apt and chilling Url Munch.
& nbspOiro wants to break through the new year, not going into it.

# 4 Zot
& nbspAgriturismo, country, house Patatininini

& nbspPatatinonino talk Patatinanina
"Cupid ..."
"Tell me Amorinonino."
"Eat cotechinonino?"
"Yes, Cupid."
"With lenticchieninenine?"
"Yes, amorinonino."
"Look, it's almost mezzanotteninanina!"
"Yes, Cupid, missing a minute or two."
& nbspZot, brandished two pillows and those linked - by way 'of earmuffs - with a surplus of red tape to packages, trying to maintain their own bells and whistles on the spot. Try to prevent their drying - and the resulting spray - focusing on earthly things: focus crashes, wars, horns, flogging ...
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspZot rises and as a suicide bomber - after having eliminated the pillows megacuffia model of Double or nothing - it launches the window.

# 5 & Xyz
nbspInferno in green, with monsters.

& nbspXyz stopped wagging his tail for several minutes. But - in the absence of dogs sense of time - she seems like hours, days, years.
& nbspwith one eye fixed on his master. He has a suspicious behavior.
& nbspwith the other monitors the enemy: animal, a female Doberman breed, code-named CIA. Trauma renamed after a minor accident against an articulated vehicle that has won a disconnected neurons and behavior in one direction. If the fixed bite you. If you touch it, you bite. If you think about her, come and bite you.
& nbspQuesto if you're a human.
& nbspSe're a dog, she'll smell it and then turns you into a coat for pincher nano.
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspXyz sights with the eye open, Zot stand on the chair and jump out the window. But this is idiot, he thinks.
& nbspPoi, engaged with the eye, focuses on CIA-Trauma-Satan. He thinks for a moment - that seems to last hours, days, years - and launched into space.

00:01 pm
1 from January 2007
& nbspXyz is about to land on the head of Zot
& nbspZot going to smash, ass, a planter
& nbspOiro is to embrace the new year, in his case, means rub against the snow cat
& nbspLex is going to impact against the reality that the New Year is barbarous created to remind the mortals who, it turns turns, customs are barbaric shit
& nbspTracky is the only one with his feet on the ground ... and the face on the ground, his head on the floor, and legs on the ground ...

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Meditations by Lex in front of the royal

The chick in front of me, so-called cousin - known rompipalle even the grandchildren of the twelfth grade - hands me his pale pink package wrapped perfectly. While the gap for God's grace (well, thanks to the two-liter of wine) I can lose contact with the context.

I like the books, not all, of course. Even if viewed from outside, they are beautiful too horrible novels. I love the words. I guess the writers as people who fish idea from the container out there - the world - and the square that is versatile in that box page. The matter of the words are things of the world. Only that you need to caution, because if you are caught at random, the words get spoiled and do not resemble in anything. At most seem to drafts of the truth. Like the western brands copied by the Chinese - Empoio Weapon, Gianfranco Fere ... - It soon becomes clear that they are false.
There are also foreign bodies, things that if they are halfway between the world and the page. Notes. Tolerate only the glosses in the manuals, otherwise they are boring (unless you are a handle and maybe your name Borges) because it breaks the thread and force the eyes in an obstacle course between the lines. And they are presumptuous.
1. looks like they are intelligent 2. how? Did not you know?! 3. I really have to explain everything to you, eh

Fools squeezed in her pale pink dress is waiting for my thank you. I nursed her gift. A boring book crammed with footnotes page.
No, not a manual. In a few seconds
find out that he also received a white dress too narrow and too broad a black. Not to mention the turquoise bag donated by Aunt Enna (ex-feminist-sessantottino figliadeifiori, ex beautiful woman and former sane ex-wife three times because of the numerous former lovers and former owner of five dogs, whose ashes are contained in a former tin of cookies). Fixed
bag and a smile goes out. It would be a perfect office accessory - ideal when worn with a horrid couple of dancers Oiro - were it not for the word LOVE ME NOW that covers it completely.
Meanwhile my mother is approaching, threatening. "Here, cucciolotta, eat the cake," he said handing the pot. Gesture for a celiac, the value of a "degrees of polonium?" . But at the moment, being devoid of strychnine, it seems to me an act of charity.

Breath and mark with an image antichristmas . I focus
Santa-related position Scosche kid, hyper-targeted toys with the small goblins and trampled in turn by Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and the gentle care horned reindeer.

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Meditations by Lex in front of the royal

The chick in front of me, so-called cousin - known rompipalle even the grandchildren of the twelfth grade - hands me his pale pink package wrapped perfectly. While the gap for God's grace (well, thanks to the two-liter of wine) I can lose contact with the context.

I like the books, not all, of course. Even if viewed from outside, they are beautiful too horrible novels. I love the words. I guess the writers as people who fish idea from the container out there - the world - and the square that is versatile in that box page. The matter of the words are things of the world. Only that you need to caution, because if you are caught at random, the words get spoiled and do not resemble in anything. At most seem to drafts of the truth. Like the western brands copied by the Chinese - Empoio Weapon, Gianfranco Fere ... - It soon becomes clear that they are false.
There are also foreign bodies, things that if they are halfway between the world and the page. Notes. Tolerate only the glosses in the manuals, otherwise they are boring (unless you are a handle and maybe your name Borges) because it breaks the thread and force the eyes in an obstacle course between the lines. And they are presumptuous.
1. looks like they are intelligent 2. how? Did not you know?! 3. I really have to explain everything to you, eh

Fools squeezed in her pale pink dress is waiting for my thank you. I nursed her gift. A boring book crammed with footnotes page.
No, not a manual. In a few seconds
find out that he also received a white dress too narrow and too broad a black. Not to mention the turquoise bag donated by Aunt Enna (ex-feminist-sessantottino figliadeifiori, ex beautiful woman and former sane ex-wife three times because of the numerous former lovers and former owner of five dogs, whose ashes are contained in a former tin of cookies). Fixed
bag and a smile goes out. It would be a perfect office accessory - ideal when worn with a horrid couple of dancers Oiro - were it not for the word LOVE ME NOW that covers it completely.
Meanwhile my mother is approaching, threatening. "Here, cucciolotta, eat the cake," he said handing the pot. Gesture for a celiac, the value of a "degrees of polonium?" . But at the moment, being devoid of strychnine, it seems to me an act of charity.

Breath and mark with an image antichristmas . I focus
Santa-related position Scosche kid, hyper-targeted toys with the small goblins and trampled in turn by Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and the gentle care horned reindeer.