Trafficante Penguin Ice When I do not know where to take refuge, I know there's something I used to sell paracetamol .. distocastici processes at 4 am, tamer of the pears on the Simplon railway.
Who knows?
Whistle, whistle
in the neck, when inflating the cheeks and not have to swell, widen the throat, lips and squeeze out some more sound.
But this time, fuck that, I am putting all I do not disturb.
Pidirasta, hands-on, sheep caste.
Eater terrace or beaten if a Nazi.
In short, the desire to escape back to do damage, and he does it so you do not ever regret it too much to do with it.
When you go shopping alone, in a provincial town, surrounded by people who do not know who you are, and who do not care.
Pantry smiles, hoping to meet a truck at least favorable.
Nothing. Withdrawal
the euro from my fake, shy young ladies of the discount card with a satisfied air of someone who has already taken steps to gear up, and I stumbled right on my way. The road is my road
Volpiano then a piece of green street, then street boxes.
From there, you go to Carrefour. And then state Ceresole, motorway junction boxes, northern bypass.
Names boor, unexpected places, but that make me think.
And I can not think of that morning 10 years ago, walking down the street from the station house and bagheria .. and those deja-vu or something (the "a-voir," as we have defined with the French-speaking family) that I had when I saw myself alone in the rain in a big city far away from those two streets cross, full of traffic.
Turin, even her. Living it
machine breaks the last link in the "tourist". Learn about the streets, you lose time in traffic, cursing motorists.
Try to understand what happens while you're losing it all.
Mah, desolation lies, and it takes me to forget the gym.
I would like to train the body, return to feel the abdominal muscles, regain breath.
Yes, I would.
Besides, I do at home?
'm in front of computer, which is also small, and sooner or later I'll buy a drive. M not so then I buy it. I do not do anything. This is fine for me, I pegigo to buy an external monitor.
Should I work for the CEPU, round off this fucking salary, me 2 accounts, think.
think it hurts too much, then. So
traffic penguins. But
them with the necessary calm traffic.
So, the words go.
Spend more.
Time passes and pass a hundred nights to think ..
who knows who will become City Council! Time passes and passes, daily struggle, and now I'm jumping out of the military to understand ...
Fortunately I was exempt from military service.
I mean, I do a couple of years. Then, if I run, I riscappo abroad.
Boh. I
riscappare abroad, I would.
estranged from political life in this country shit shit.
strangers feel the Pope and Berlusconi, to watch a bit of television without the news of the death cult, or the package of feel-good TV commercial. If you want to see naked women I know hundreds of porn sites, passatemele not on TV!
Trafficante of penguins in Tunisia, pornodivi in \u200b\u200ban asylum for ten years in famine.
But still I am not able to calculate the tangent to the hunger of the people.
Who knows?
