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dance

are gone, the house is mine.
cuddling with Azucena Maizani, I want to watch a movie any of Almodóvar.

Making A Rams Horn Walking Stick

malignant pain addiction: work in progress.

Dear viewers, infinitely dear readers, dear listeners,
well, this is a post whose aim is merely signed to distract from the excruciating pain that is found in inevitalmente try after grubbing in the last two wisdom teeth that were left in the mouth. After twenty (almost without exaggeration) injections of anesthesia (apparently I have the makings of a T-Rex) and a few billion points (CINI) suture, I said goodbye forever to 28 and 38, the bat and the mole until yesterday tenants of the left side of my mouth. The bat was a breeze ... in practice he's flown away. The mole did not want, was holed up under the gum, so it was necessary to dig and tear, then heal properly. Yesterday afternoon I waited in terror dissipate the gas anesthetic, with 8 pounds of crushed ice on the cheek. When the anesthesia he's finally gone, it seemed to me to be able to hear them all, one by one, those punticino suture ... a line button and dug fire. Did not remember that bad, really. To think I was almost laughable, I would have taken a hammer head. I watched / cover points of Decameron ... the timeliness of Luttazzi: undeniable. However, continuing to use the previously mentioned ice, forced to swallow litrozzi blood gradually (not to spit, rinse, suck the day of surgery "- and with three simple words you are forbidden to do sooo splendid little things), with extreme fatigue and suffering at every moment fatal swallowing, I started to wonder when he appeared rather the much anticipated effect Marlon. The answer is readily arrived this morning when you wake up after a night of sleep comparable to the comatose state, one night, to my great joy and surprise, proved unexpectedly relaxing. It 's wonderful to know for sure that everything passes, everything changes constantly, Sisi. Now I'd shoot you in the mouth. But really, the way, try to follow some advice intriguing and concentrate on that pain, so full and juicy, svisceriamolo, respiriamolo, give them love and attention, give it passion. Flash. Me and my authority, of course: plural nous.
After a wonderful week-end to limits of the paranormal, ricatapultata the harsh reality of the dentist's chair.
happens.
Now I give my arms and baggage to rinse with warm water and salt. Marlon would be proud of me.

Invitation To Vip Wording

the passenger

English [readers], Anthropology and Arabic Part I - The script (ASD) have gone ... now weekend of sunshine and love. The phase "if-I-still-too-only-a-second-I fall asleep-and-die" has reached unprecedented peaks of intensity ... I now allow the luxury of warm little heart beating in my thoughts a few days with no clock and no must. And without that nostalgia.
(???) I love doing special gifts for special people.
Oh, and there are tickets to London. There is also the hostel, Central to suck - and I compiaciutissime Vale, on the borders of decency. Now reset reset reset. This hot
I am overwhelmed with happiness. I feel disgustingly UP. Ole.
=)

ps yes, I know ... I did not say anything at all. Capita ^___^

... or maybe something I said? O_O

Ok, the tears. Here. And, I swear, I give you water.

XD

Rikers Island Visiting Schedule February

the hill

raining, and I feel like crying. Maybe today I'll go by Feltrinelli, or maybe take the car and I'll go to the cemetery. Or maybe I'll stay home alone, to waste time fixing it to slide on hands every second, as if I had an endless list of things to do. Bedside international newspapers in English left the floor in a messy pile, from time to time I flip through one, and I take the discomfort ... We are an enigma that leaves stunned and horrified, we are the laughing stock. Chaos reigns in this room. Objects if they are stacked here and there, no way. Inside the chest I got something like a little melancholy candle, lit ... slowly burning all the oxygen, and leaves me breathless. On Monday, gray and sad on the verge of tears will be hard to die, even though I I try to grab the right weapons. There is a possibility that my vocation is about finding new ways to be unhappy. The upbeat music Today is not allowed. The worst thing is that there is a reason. Metereopatica are, yes, and it is stupid. But there must be a key, and perhaps that is the same engine that moves my constant anger and silent, that I can not tell anybody. Last night the picture of you as a child, a madman's eyes and happy smile, and today are nothing, so just be longing for you. Today you are: dead .