& nbspVenerdì evening. Pub, dingy, made even sadder by the lack of cigarette smoke and plenty of men who in the absence of fog seem what they are. Sad, drunk or at least dim.
& NbspMeditazioni of Zot, faced with a clear media
& nbspAmore ...
& nbspNon I have never understood, I mean women. I stopped trying more or less when I was ten. My mother was standing all day watching television. Marilena, Fuego, Los dolores stretched ... and crying for those names tizie unlikely betrayed and abandoned. Then Dad came into the house and she treated him as if he were to get pregnant and give Marilena. And they were ... dolores
& nbspLe women are made of an incomprehensible jumble of elements, it is as if someone had opened their brains and had pushed everything in bulk. So when work is messing with his mind and have sex when they think about what you should tell the boss. They stay with you and wonder what the hell will in ten years. And you maybe in ten years you will be cracked.
& nbspEd here it is dead. The tireless fool who never got a tube. In front of me there are fragments of a human nature that unfortunately gave me as a brother.
& nbspOtto months ago, according to most second less, and trumpet my woman. If you broke it made her pregnant. Then he also gave a house. His.
& NbspDiciamo who is a perfectionist, a stickler for shit. When does it reach the heights of absolute.
& nbspPiange. The poor thing is dripping into his beer, is going to fall in the foam.
& nbspIo I do not break down. How could I? My ex is a whore, she made the poor result of my father's sperm, is pregnant and I am the uncle of a genetic error.
& nbspComunque I forgive, I did the same with dreams. Every night for months, I went to her and riddled with bullets. Then he picked clean and I played in Shanghai with his shins. Finally, sipping peated whiskey good, I played with three seven dead.
& nbspOggi are no longer angry. Surprised more than anything else. When my brother called me seemed odd. He had the typical solemn voice of those who have taken the place so that you, a wise, they have to forgive them because life has already been punished enough.
It was planted by what is now our ex. Impunity has also given up homeless.
& nbspComunque is an amazing creature. It entered into a kind of cult, a thing called Asexuality, invented by a certain David Some-thing, which I believe is less than able-bodied and probably impotent.
& nbspPer short, not sex.
& nbspChe a slut, pregnant, faithless and somewhat incestuous, promulgated the turnout is the stuff of science fiction.
& nbspLa Mars has planted accusing him of not respecting her choices as a woman and innovative sublimated. What the fuck that means I do not know.
& nbspL'incredibile is that I will not be his uncle. The child is not poor, not to my brother, at least this is what sustains her. He says that is the gift of one who has visited, he lit up with telltale words and then illustrated the journey.
& nbspEra certainly the coach's articles which have appeared timely to read the meter, which ultimately please her on the pile of old Tuttocittà.
