Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Do Tattoos On The Chest Stretch

The twilight of the gods


Another column of the Council of Ministers tumbling falls apart. After
Sandro Bondi, author of deep sensitivity and Minister for flawless, even Carlo Giovanardi decides to leave his post by Secretary to the Prime Minister with delegation policies against drugs (there goes all identity card?) because of the supervening impossibility of performance of its duties - he says-because of tremontiani cut in resources for the Department to the family.

Shadows evidence to tarnish his memory, but we (me, at least) we want to remember the master of good taste and balance, even if his statements delirious could mislead. An observer placed the changes in Italian society that could synthesize, making them understandable to even the most closed of the peasants, with simple but very clear crowds, obscured only by cavernosità of his accent, so special as it is unknown to history.
for loyalty to the country that has shown in making this gesture of surrender, thank in particular Stefano Cucchi, who did not leave even our pity of silence.

will understand if I do not know, the dear Charles, but if we will make a drawing. Now go fuck
finally

Monday, March 14, 2011

Diazepam Best Time To Take

The beast and the beast

The spot you do not expect for the upcoming celebration of the coming March 17 so Lampedusa: Free.

celebrate the spirit of Italy, then, so ingrained in us that is revealed to us, sparingly, only when you see the enemy. "Foreigner shall not pass", ale.
every day I am heartened that he could not get that feeling of ownership of land and that insatiable need to produce and reach that make us so much Italian. Do do do, then you have to have, so take care of defense. Beatify, finally: San Enzo Ferrari , Blessed Diego Della Valle , His Highest mysterious beauty Made In Italy. Raising the Game, unstoppable, and realize that it is still not enough. Then the dark, crisis, and then nigger nigger nigger, Southerner Southerner Southerner, thief, thief, thief, ugly ugly ugly.
The Italians: the dish bitter curve of turnover, the cul de sac of the economic boom.
Maybe one day we will have infinitely far widespread awareness of how anachronistic nationalism and criminals (who would not rhyme with patriotism in a country where culture counts for something more than a fuck) and chauvinism, of how empty and useless tautology dialectics sleeves of us vs. their ; to what the divisions are hateful and petty, as functional control. But luckily that day is still far away, as I said earlier, so I can continue to drool anger that is in this as the spot of Lampedusa: Free.