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'm here again to smear the network and fill your account with a spam post created a bit 'out of nothing and the little sleep and a little' sickly from my thoughts.

are the epitome of what my Italian teacher's name was AUTOCELEBRANTI, because let's face it, my guts to publish on the web, I definitely have a healthy dose of vanity.

short but who the hell care of my psychological distortions? Who are my sentimental discourses on sexuality (or was it sexual sentimentality?)

Well, I tell you that in addition to writing these letters to my toilet paper, I read them too, and when I reread them and also a time when I want to split a few dishes (even though my fervent fantasy background image of the skull "someone" with my katana ... è_é) my post remind me that I'm alive for a reason. COMMUNICATE .

If I went out of his mind? Yes, maybe yes. But thank God!

Words are one of the greatest gifts that nature has given man and, although there are many people who lose when they talk about the opportunity to keep quiet (and sometimes I'm one of those) on persons who unknowingly touch the chords of eternity.

Eternity is a concept that seems to granite when viewed from afar, but it becomes smoke as you try to grab it.

Humans love the words forever and ever ... "I'll love you forever ..." "I'll never ..." but these are never, ever eternal as the ice in whiskey .

How long our and our ever forever? at best, thirty years ... the face of eternity.

But the words resonate in our own little universe bumping into the walls and expanding it up to us to lose the perception of its boundaries.

And so two words that do not even come to a total of ten letters we become Olympians, make us feel infinite, indefinite, almost powerful.

I see nothing wrong with a bit 'of sound enhancement.

I just hope that there NEVER understood falling from the clouds of this illusion, because the higher the point where it falls, the more we it hurts ...

However, if you need moral support, a shoulder to cry on, a person to hell, someone to talk dirty, a chef who put the food pre-cooked in a microwave, a woman that behaves like a man or woman depending on the time, a second that you cut off the heads if you want to commit seppuku, a partner to play poker who is unable to play, but always has too many cards in hand than a decent stock in the sleeve, a good massage therapist, a fellow booze or smoke, someone to make a fight, someone to sing in the shower with you can be out of tune most of you, someone to keep you hugged / or any night, someone to ring bells with you in the middle of the night and then run away laughing like idiots, someone to tell you that you are a genius or an idiot, depending on what you need to hear you say ... if you need ... a friend for you, there will ALWAYS .

NOTE: My always lasts only until 31/12/2017 ...

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not think so loudly, I can not concentrate ....

I'm a disgusting at times, but we had already spoken.

mind as if nothing had happened, we rejoice to see some people try a little 'mental and physical pain, in short, are more disgusting than the average human.

But I explain: when a person has two bodies thinking, things get complicated when you do have three dangerous.

We must say that fortunately does not usually make you think all together, but also with two, sometimes the noise is deafening as I was saying and you are likely to become indecent people.

I mean, not that I want to justify myself ... or maybe a little 'yes, because lately I did a little' and then the pig, I seem to have disappointed my dear readers ...

other hand, however, this does not mean I do not intend to stop the warthog just ... I want you to know, which is not by chance but by choice. So I take the responsibility for my actions.

Basically I love the old devil E., with his nose, the roly-poly body, his glasses and his small brown eyes.

I love her because it is simple and quiet even though it is sometimes swept away by the storm that has inside. I like how

maniac, freak, dangerous person.

I like how he speaks, his voice warm his sentences topical.
I like it when he tries to be someone else, when it is dark and does nothing but talk about death when it receives the Ridarolo (mostly the rare occasions when heavy smoke)
I like when she's drunk and the hangover or sentimental becomes sad.
Like when he wants and will do anything close to the shot ... I like when she thinks she's in love for real, for the umpteenth time.

E. is my companion for over 30 years, sleeps with me, eat with me and makes love to me.

is not always easy to be her on the night he remained sticking to the computer trying to finish my damn manuscript, sometimes ending in the ass, sometimes in a porn and alcohol ... but other times not so terrible or frequent as it seems. We survive.

Sometimes I tell myself that I should begin to take life seriously, but I feel that it would make me feel all the weight of the world to me and I'm not so strong after all. So I prefer to fuck ...

Why write? "Because I love it.
Why share? because it seems to scream insults against the infinite and gives me a few moments of happiness.

This is heating, I'm testing, I'm digging the pit to see if I come out the other side.
You do not have to read. But I am grateful because you do it.

You are allowed to judge, dissent, insult and criticize, I will be happy to hear all these things, but if you stay in silence I Lagner.

I'll tell you what I think and I will leave the nest for real this time ... But what is written is that (With appropriate changes if necessary ...) I'm a minstrel
locked in a windowless room, suffocated in their breath, from his hallucinatory visions. That 's where dreams become ideal, because the clowns have ideals and their value is not far behind.

Well, I'm done here. Thanks for listening.

PS: What are the three bodies I leave you to guess ....*_*