Wash your hands. After all, it was fun. provoke a reaction, blood, chills or dry throat. cast out thoughts. cast out thoughts ugly.
I have few memories of falling snow. I thought of wanting more.
Where is Willy? Like Willy, is a beautiful name. Where to go, is an interesting topic. It takes a little 'glue. When you throw a stone into the pond makes it nice and flat just as fast. Then hide. Then observe.
I have a vague memory, a radio, to the sea. I thought the sun would be there forever, or waiting for me.
The Indian leaders were telling good stories. Early in the morning there is a nice air. It is not to tell. I strive so much that it hurts your stomach. I did not want to hurt anybody. I vulgar words and gratuitous, thrown into the fray. They are just noise. Although little. Use public transportation.
At 7 o'clock in the morning and fourth Monday of October a Master Giacovazzo fight a monster in front of a mirror with a little 'snake and some' tie, trying to strangle him in the most elegant, politically incorrect that a node does not hide the fat neck and the hair ingrown unlikely that the size was placed over a few days now. Dear Master would snort, but it's morning and he is not, with that rump in the throat, the taste of coffee still burning on the tongue. It fits with his fingers the last blacks hair, looking each other and the proper fit for a man more attractive. Perhaps it is not true, but feels that the firefly yesterday was not lying, in short but intense quell'orgasmo in his Audi 84, which still makes her look great in the state to Mentone from 23:15 to midnight, in a couple of days alternating a week routine. With fast pace comes into the bedroom. He takes his jacket and greets his wife, blonde (fake) sprawled on the bed (true) with a quick look: of course Martha is no longer a girl, that will not help his pajamas, but now is little more that a human shell to Lexotan and Serenas, but with an extra cellulite irrepressible and an aged mother to bear. While closes the door test its first thrill of pleasure the day: Today is another day of success, the meeting with journalists (local) yet its effect. If they are journalists, with the look of hooves, the better: it manages to perceive with the ears the fragrance of her perfume so aggressive por homme, femmes that incites many and varied. Coming from the palace, the beloved Master Giacovazzo grabs and the compliments of the small door pockets Giulio: forty years of service, as a friend. Also this gives the charge, yet another polished his body bacon among the options. Arrived in the street closes his eyes for a moment and feel the fresh air, autumn is finally arriving. Rigoli No more sweat to stain the eye, people will start to re-bored and will be willing to watch it. clenching his fists, is moving toward the course, stop shrine trust. Receives yet another polished by Mrs. Fulvia, how beautiful this morning, she says, she answered him, dear lady, thinking of the years that pass for all. Who knows as it was twenty years ago, maybe two blows you gave them to him on that slut, he thinks. He takes his copy of the newspaper owner's pockets while the rest of spiccoli, who want the homeless to the left realizing that being there will not ever. The Master replied, pretending not to see it and you start to his gray Audi still valid. Sitting in the car some holy blasphemy and his sexual habits: back pain still does not leave, you must enroll in the fitness center in order to straighten the situation. Not only that, he thinks, maybe in the evening, that of Anna, Cristina and Elena, the trio pussy office Vodafone. By placing mirrors notices a small crumb of bread on the cheek, held there by a drop of jam. There rests a finger on it and then lick it, as before. Cleans wet finger in the newspaper, looking with a puzzled expression. Nothing new, a fire in a night school, only wounded the caretaker, international negotiations, that that which has the bowls that, another company could layoffs, death of a poet unknown to him. Lay the newspaper on the seat to his right, gently, and starts the engine. He looks around with a concentrated air, has never been good at driving. You enter the main road gearing first, then the second, a mother with a stroller and a third tries to cross, but the Master is just an excited child who comes third. emerges a timid sun out, scratching the face and ass. Today is a great day and meshing with the fourth. With furrowed brows and a smile contract daydreaming his umpteenth day of star. Degassed to happiness among many streets of your city.
My dad is very tasty, has many boxes of candy on the table and eats two or three every night. Candies are really cool, as adults, there are also inside the boxes of leaflets and I thought they were cartoons, but there is not even a drawing. I do not know if they are good to eat for many years so I think so, but I did not understand yet that the taste is alprazolam.
I found the strength to get out of bed, drinking coffee, washing teeth and wearing a stained shirt when I decided to take your eyes off. Porto dark glasses before getting on the wagon leading to Mars, earth red with blood, I guess. There I met and still meet the stars and the stars falling in great shape that make me regret the dark lenses.
start well, I speak of blood, of Mars, light, words shimmer for a daily story and a little 'off.
To be honest a few days is that I am not well, I spin the Earth and the stomach is a lunatic. I am sure that someone would assume a fever, maybe me, but I'm hoping a good boy, do not hurt anyone. Indeed, I should do more. Much more, in a short time, protected by a pair of dark glasses.
as if my eyes could not confess, as if my eyes were not guilty.
There you would have asked, I still ask myself today. What do my eyes with it? I'm just fixations, my eyes have nothing more than astigmatism, I have to finish to take it with them now that I have dark lenses. Now that I see your eyes off a bit 'less, I have fewer responsibilities, the blame belongs to those who look at me, I would like to know why someone looks at me. They are a sight to strong stomachs.
burp.
not pork but my stomach was strong, has deteriorated seriously, I'm too young to have a stomach like that. I have to remedy the late teens that goes up in smoke. I will start to wear lenses throat, slow from the belly, slow to fear, stress lenses, dark lenses rigorously and logically.
yes I am sure, so find the strength to get up the night, washing dishes, wearing a good dress, I could pull this off weakness, I'd be real hard to cinema, as hard as Michel Piccoli in Dillinger's dead .
I had to be born in France to make sense more. With his dark glasses, in some vicious circle would use harsh words from beyond the Alps but I think that French is a language most of my spring. Yet I have a look that melts, if you stare straight at me noticing them down and makes you want to lead me, but they are not led those with glasses. If you wait to get on the wagon I raise them myself.
within the street festival Saturday, May 17 7 & up, 7 years of occupation of the CS Construction, we will build a jam as the space of culture, and social interaction. The hiphop through music and color, as arms of expression of diversity and hybridization. Starting from 14.00
writing session, bombing contest "HIT!" Freestyle contest, open mic / showcase, freestyle & writing workshops: Participation is open to anyone and everyone can contribute by bringing their own materials (music, lyrics, sketches , photos) to be showcased in a special stand and will be used in laboratory work on the various disciplines.
h.14.00 - writing workshop open space & h.15.00 - breakdance & bombing contest "HIT"
h.16.30 - freestyle contest - nomame rulez! & showcase + open mic Agly dj, dj Cisko, Porno & Gomez Bsk Crew h.19.00 - HipHop workshop with BSK Crew
h.21.00 - Multiethnic Milan - 8 mcs for 8 languages \u200b\u200b Porno, Argento Vivo, Vaitea, Zanco , Gomez, Shqiptar, Doncezone, Gene5 - English, Arabic, Napoletano, English, Albanian, Romanaccio, French, Italian
h.21.30 - MODD KAOS & DJ TRIX LIVE SHOW!
An afternoon jam, in free space as an alternative cultural expression and entertainment, where the only wealth is diversity and comparison of creative subjectivity.
To join the press and to join the jam: nomama@cantiere.org; 3337552084-3385482868 www.myspace.com / nomamaproject
nomame Project, against racism and xenophobia
Saturday, May 17 - nomame CONSTRUCTION PROJECT @ street festival
h.14.00 - writing workshop open space &
h.15.00 - breakdance & bombing contest "HIT"
h.16.30 - freestyle contest - nomame rulez!
& showcase + open mic
Agly dj, dj Cisko, Porno & Gomez Bsk Crew
h.19.00 - HipHop workshop with BSK Crew
h.21.00 - Multiethnic Milan - 8 mcs for 8 languages \u200b\u200b
