Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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you ever take a train journey a little drunk? With light-headed be lulled by the slight shaking of the car?
I made a decision, drunk and rocked by a train that brought me back nell'uggiosa borderline town, while I enjoyed the hum in the background of a drunk who thought we were on the subway: this year will be the year of concessions.
I arrived on that train of well-being pervaded by a concession that I made, so why not continue on the soft slope of consent?
The greatest risk is to be take of ephemeral pleasure and enthusiasm get out of hand the situation, let it collapse into the abyss of excess licentious and vicious, or see it implode in structural damage, of course.
But the austere simplicity of the collapse and delirious nuances are many, many possibilities, unfounded, are a bit 'bored by my conservative skills against the rest of the world, this obstinate decent modesty, confidentiality of this tank.
well, but I predict Razzolo evil in essence.
The other grant the fun, and I will play dell'amoralità free no jerks rule, still there listening to my inner autogiudice, the little voice in my head that does not I tell you to take a bludgeoned neighbor across the course, but that will shake the stubborn woody any prospect smiling even dubious that I appear before you.
will happen to the embittered version of Higgins I live in shelters in the pool with one hand and a batida Samson and Apollo by his side because I'll skip on the Ferrari, and driving ingranerò horizon disappear.


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