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Angeli e merda di elefante

One comes here and expects that he remembered what he thought all afternoon.

But no. The usual white screen syndrome, I am forced to improvise once again, to let me go without a trace like a fucking trapeze artist who is missing an appointment with the hands of partners and is suspended a dieci metri da terra, in quella situazione idiota in cui vorresti poter riavvolgere il nastro e rifare gli ultimi tre secondi un'altra volta, solo una, e invece no, te ne stai li con la faccia da cretino e la sola cosa che ti viene in mente è che ti stanno uscendo le chiappe e che devi deciderti a buttare quelle mutande che hanno tutto l'orlo consumato e l'elastico che non tiene più che altrimenti va a finire che magari un giorno sei in pubblico e hai le mani impegnate e ti cascano le mutande e qualcuno se ne accorge, ma invece no perchè ormai è tardi e sei sospeso in aria come una farfalla e ti piacerebbe essere come una farfalla almeno riusciresti a planare invece sei un incudine come quelle dei cartoni di WillyCoyote e quella leggerezza che sentivi first, up to five seconds before she dumped you and now you regret having thought bullshit like-are the coolest flying trapeze artist in the world no one knows as I do, and I can only feel heavy and you rethink your ass off.

Then in truth if you're lucky and it's one of those days a bit 'special happens that you invent free and dreams have wings instead of arms and see the people under you smiling and breathing a sigh of relief and then not you care if your pants are to be thrown away or if you missed the taking because you know that you can really fly over the heads of others and be air and feel air on your face and flashes of cold as a hawk circling around the fucking top of the mountain more pointed in the world where only you and only you feel at home and then if it's one of those days you stop to breathe and a second absolute time, halfway between inhalation and exhalation, pause in all muscles and all bulbs of the brain for a moment you feel happy and shiny perfect.

Then open your eyes and see the sawdust, the elephant dung, the faces of colleagues in the ambulance.
And feel the pain.

But you know, hidden somewhere, there's sure to be a trapeze artist coolest of all, the only one who knows how to fall on deaf ears like an angel, even if you do not see from outside.

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I did the math. I
thirty years (rounded off ok ...) and account 100.Quindi to live up to at least 70 others. They do
70x12 840 months. 70x14 thirteenth and fourteenth count is 980 months.

If you currently live on less than € 700 per month.
If I want to be cool.
If I buy guitars to rain, say a year.

With three thousand net a month for fourteen months cavo.Di me the luxury.
3000x980 is 2,940,000. Two
, Reckless comfortable sboronissimi, three million euro. With three million euro
live up to a hundred years like a pasha.





Dear Sir rich

are a penniless young good looking, I enjoy good health and I have very serious flaws.
I do not have huge debts behind, I have no problems with the judicial setbacks.
There is not a gangster in the country's interest to harm me.


offer

-culture parauniversitaria

-speech-friendly sparkling witty or appropriate subject
-depth knowledge of the human soul in all its forms resulting in less desirable
-developed ability to interpret the world and the events it Related
-fervid imagination and creativity stem
-independence and rational detachment from religion and ideology-
cat.B

driving characteristics, I am sure, will not fail to arouse your interest when, at the moment del bisogno che ad ognuno tocca in sorte, cercherete attorno a voi un originale e magnifico
AMICO PER RICCHI

chiedo

adeguato trattamento economico, quantificabile in euro 3.000.000 a fronte di anni 70 di servizio

Cordialmente


Chernablog

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I Nervi

Io mi domando, ma come stracazzo devo fare?
Ma se ogni volta che devo fare una cosa, voglio fare una cosa, ho bisogno di fare quella strafottutissima cosa e magari è pure la volta buona che riesco a fare
UNA-SOLA-MALEDETTA-COSA-FATTA-BENE
succede esattamente la piccolissima, insignificante cagata in grado di rovinare tutto.

E' la prima volta in sei mesi che sono in orario and it is important to be? TRAK
The bus is late thirty-one minutes

are dressed up to eighteen thousand years after a fucking important anniversary-birthday-wedding-funeral?
TRAK Start the flood, in midsummer, after six weeks of course siccità.E stops after five minutes.

I'm sitting at the computer, ready to write a novel that makes me Joice 'na pippa?
TRAK I hang out the laundry, the sink gets clogged, I have to take the garbage, the power fails, play the Jehovah's Witnesses, it sounds Bartolini na to deliver stuff to my neighbors, it crashes the pc cause monstrous virus, I have to wash the dishes ( and as soon as I was already dinner time and I have soiled again), calls me an idiot who failed numero.Quattro times. I called my father.

I'm going to put me to sound a bit 'guitar to compose Stairway to Heaven after months that I have a free minute?
TRAK It breaks a string, I SuperAttak spreading of the fingers by mistake thinking it was hand cream, it breaks the cable, the battery end of the Big Muff.

I'm about to start a new job, I just fired from the old and happy? TRAK
The new work should be to hell and I have to invent something to replace the old.

invent something to replace the old work from Saturday to Friday so I can finally do some 'of those things that I never do Because mishaps?
TRAAAAAAAAAAK call me to go to work Friday! FUCK NO



We will not.

And now to prove that they are stronger than the events that the world may want to paddle against long but I'm rather

'm going to hang out the laundry, wash dishes and I make dinner.

How's A Mute Guy Going

Blogs, Branduardi e il karma

turning a bit 'to meet people online fucking weird and disturbing reality.
For today I'm pleased to read one of my favorite blogs, those who are supposed to look down there, and I'm in a fairy world of home a little 'desperate but amusing that home is not that much since it works pure.

(Voglio dire, il mio concetto arcaico di casalinga implica che una sia soltanto casalinga)

Questa fantastica signora mi fa un sacco ridere, è molto brava nel creare in poche righe un ambiente piacevole, un mondo in cui vuoi rimanere, o che almeno ti vien voglia di conoscere.
E in tre anni ha raggiunto quota 2.400.000 visite.
E non l'ha mica fatto apposta. Cioè, non credo che siano nate tutte dal passaparola, però non è il blog di Totti, che uno ci va per caso.

Fra parentesi

Dal blog di Totti:
25/5
-Oggi calcio, figa.
26/5
-Oggi imparato parola nuova. Oggi calcio E figa

chiusa parentesi
So
Elastigirl is now a bit 'my idol, because with all those visits he did not put even a bit' of advertising. Thing to understand is my ultimate goal and why I write to make money enough to allow me to scratch my dick all day. (For this I should start to take courses in creative writing, with those teachers and De Carlo Moccia.)
So, I ponder, I am like many others, preach evil good and scratching. The difference is that I roam, but then can not do it willingly.
At work last week I found abandoned twenty euro. There was no one around, you could not see clients. I took the money, I took them to the case and I told the boss to keep them by one who forgets to take them back then twenty euro.
He looked at me from the back of his fleeting and Treviso simply said, without lifting his eyes from the cash-ok.

His eyes in a millisecond serebbe made me understand what happened, that look made me feel like a Panda in Indianapolis.
I left without turning round, knowing that if I turned I saw the thread winds euro in your pocket and then tap a beat with his hand on the cheek, as if to be sure you have made safe.
has not lingered. He had no doubts, mechanical.

However, he had the courage to stare and unconsciously decided to just give me a quick look, was deep down shame.
I cling to this, for we still believe that there is karma and that one day the wheel will also run on my side.
I think, I try to believe that such a blond Itchy (who at his house, I bet the balls, even if here voted Gentilini ashamed of it) one day find the road blocked by a gang of Moroccans who are pushers attacked from behind by a team of Indian and angry that someone in the middle of the brawl that launches the reception, t. ipsiliìon adhesive League stronzissimo of my head and all hell breaks loose by showing the Northern Italic idiot that ten fags Union are able to disintegrate the ass of an asshole Treviso in less time than it serve a bere un caffè.

Detto questo mi risulta alquanto difficile tornare all'idea che avevo all'inizio, cioè di scrivere un post sui miei blog preferiti e condirlo di considerazioni su quanto mi faccia sentire a casa ascoltare Branduardi.