Brain
Some on the right neuron of the cerebral cortex
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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