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L'oracolo del giorno.

are intolerant. And ignorant. And selfish. And scared. And small. And ridiculous.
And sad. And excited.
And nervous. And tired. And pompous conceited, fat. Burned by false
sunbathing.
drawn into the faces of rubber. They carry around plastic boobs and lips floating.

They work like crazy to build, create, develop, grow, produce, increase.

I think deep down, very down (maybe too much at the bottom) they know it.
I think prove a strange agitation of the stomach, a slight flush of sweat under the foundation of their beautiful lives. I think when you look at the specchio, nei cinque minuti in cui sono soli con se stessi, vedano il vuoto gelido che sta dietro le loro spalle. Ogni giorno un po' più vicino, ogni minuto un po più definito. Credo che sentano un alito che odora di morte, una nota stonata sotto i profumi costosi, dietro le nuvole azzurre dei loro sigari.

Penso che presto o tardi saranno costretti a rendersene conto fino in fondo, però.
Penso che succederà in un modo che nessuno aveva saputo immaginare, con una velocità che nessuno poteva prevedere.
Verrà il giorno e avrà una forma diversa da ogni altro giorno. Saranno soli con le spalle al muro, schiacciati dalle loro contraddizioni, dalle loro ipocrisie, dalle loro scuse.
Il peso dentro loro themselves will grind to a halt at the table of their responsibilities. They will be terrified.

It will end.
Like others before them have ended, as always happens to others in the future.
Their time is running out, their lies are about to fall, and none of them can save their empty idols.

Men have had their day.

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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.


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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.