Last night I ate oysters (thanks mom), I gave the shirt to my nephew, Raul 7 I talked with Thomas.
- Yes, thank you, the trip went well. But now I do not want to choose the color of the curtains.
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
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Monday, September 5, 2005
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All this is absurd - a must read masterpiece
Matthew is Adria and has a new girlfriend. He claims to be in love. He says it every time. However, the new girlfriend of Matthew is Scottish and is called Scotty. Matthew says that if the door to Adria. Adria
I was born there. Adria I love it, is small but has plenty of space around it. And then there is the river and there is the countryside. Adria I love it, but we do not want to live. Help me down the aging of its people's sboldri Yariz you buy the lease instead of mounting the Giannelli on Fire Hello, virgins of the fourth high school sluts have become worn, the whores are recycled by the fourth high school career in real estate ( Talita do not have it with you, but with the Navy). Poor Adria, is a game over, it will be my grave. What does
Adria with Scotland? Partly, it is twinned with Adria Rovinj, which is in Croatia. And what does Matthew with Scotland? Nothing, because Matthew in Scotland there has never been. And to put it right, neither am I've never been. I mean, I was with the Scots, but in Lanzarote. Old stuff, who see the most. But there I was in Bologna. And there was also Matt. I do not remember where he lived, but I remember where I lived, when I lived in Bologna in Via Rovinj.
Bologna is appalling, dirty, too red (I speak of the walls of houses). Bologna is always the same: smoke, trip, trans and southerners. Always full of Adries in search of smoke, trip, trans and southerners, in search of anything that distracts them from their age. Bologna are bad memories and bad things that I do not want to see. Anyway, Bologna has nothing to do with me anymore, we say that had nothing to do anything since I'd gone to live in Milan.
I was born there. Adria I love it, is small but has plenty of space around it. And then there is the river and there is the countryside. Adria I love it, but we do not want to live. Help me down the aging of its people's sboldri Yariz you buy the lease instead of mounting the Giannelli on Fire Hello, virgins of the fourth high school sluts have become worn, the whores are recycled by the fourth high school career in real estate ( Talita do not have it with you, but with the Navy). Poor Adria, is a game over, it will be my grave. What does
Adria with Scotland? Partly, it is twinned with Adria Rovinj, which is in Croatia. And what does Matthew with Scotland? Nothing, because Matthew in Scotland there has never been. And to put it right, neither am I've never been. I mean, I was with the Scots, but in Lanzarote. Old stuff, who see the most. But there I was in Bologna. And there was also Matt. I do not remember where he lived, but I remember where I lived, when I lived in Bologna in Via Rovinj.
Bologna is appalling, dirty, too red (I speak of the walls of houses). Bologna is always the same: smoke, trip, trans and southerners. Always full of Adries in search of smoke, trip, trans and southerners, in search of anything that distracts them from their age. Bologna are bad memories and bad things that I do not want to see. Anyway, Bologna has nothing to do with me anymore, we say that had nothing to do anything since I'd gone to live in Milan.
What then do you know where I lived when I was in Milan? In Viale Padova.
Padova makes me sick: I hate Arcella four in the morning, Via Roma at eleven in the morning, the "doctor of the cul Buso," no-global spritz in the Piazza delle Erbe, "you understand that" in the spritz Ghetto, commissioning of the CL in Hagia Sophia on Monday and Friday evening from Nane. In Padua, there's nothing more exciting than C1. But there are people who there are the Big Apple, as yes, those are there. Padova is also
A Course in Milan, but even there is nothing exciting, nothing that has to do with Milan. Milan is not C1, Milan and Champions League. In fact I have made merry in Milan. Indeed, let it be said right at Milan were the best days of my life. Mica thanks to Milan. Milan is in fact so and so, the fault of the Calabrian bicycle and cigarettes, think outside of the professional institutes, the D & G and Ecuador with her tits, Brambilla with the pump panel. In Milan you barrel it comes to voice and head high, you're outside or inside. In Milan is ill. How to Lanzarote. In my opinion and according to the Croatian waitress I met today at the "restaurant in Rome."
Lanzarote is not a place to live. It 's a land of toys. I do not want the donkey ears. Lanzarote is a place to go. And go see. A little 'as I did when I was in Rovinj. Not that Rovinj is a land of toys, but there is not to live there. In fact, I've been there and I've seen.
I do not remember the name of the street where I lived, but I remember that I gave a pass to a girl who lived there. One of Rovinj. None of that stuff for one night. Condoms and forth. She remembers me? I mean, the girl in Rovinj?
Apparently you remember, because after having served, after telling me that Lanzarote is a place to live, after telling me that Lanzarote is passing through, asking me if I remember her. Of course I remember you, even if we are to Rovinj, but "Rome restaurant" to Lanzarote.
addition to Rovinj, I happened to go for Rome. And there I watched. I have not given to any past, but I saw good things, not as in Milan. Rome is better than Milan. In Rome there are Viale Padova, Corso Milano, Viale Bologna Via Adria. In Rome there Benny, is all there is to it, to see, there are writers, there are a lot of Americans, there will be the next attack, very cool. Just a shame that in Rome, Via Rovinj, there is the "restaurant Lanzarote."
pp It is not unreasonable that?
Padova makes me sick: I hate Arcella four in the morning, Via Roma at eleven in the morning, the "doctor of the cul Buso," no-global spritz in the Piazza delle Erbe, "you understand that" in the spritz Ghetto, commissioning of the CL in Hagia Sophia on Monday and Friday evening from Nane. In Padua, there's nothing more exciting than C1. But there are people who there are the Big Apple, as yes, those are there. Padova is also
A Course in Milan, but even there is nothing exciting, nothing that has to do with Milan. Milan is not C1, Milan and Champions League. In fact I have made merry in Milan. Indeed, let it be said right at Milan were the best days of my life. Mica thanks to Milan. Milan is in fact so and so, the fault of the Calabrian bicycle and cigarettes, think outside of the professional institutes, the D & G and Ecuador with her tits, Brambilla with the pump panel. In Milan you barrel it comes to voice and head high, you're outside or inside. In Milan is ill. How to Lanzarote. In my opinion and according to the Croatian waitress I met today at the "restaurant in Rome."
Lanzarote is not a place to live. It 's a land of toys. I do not want the donkey ears. Lanzarote is a place to go. And go see. A little 'as I did when I was in Rovinj. Not that Rovinj is a land of toys, but there is not to live there. In fact, I've been there and I've seen.
I do not remember the name of the street where I lived, but I remember that I gave a pass to a girl who lived there. One of Rovinj. None of that stuff for one night. Condoms and forth. She remembers me? I mean, the girl in Rovinj?
Apparently you remember, because after having served, after telling me that Lanzarote is a place to live, after telling me that Lanzarote is passing through, asking me if I remember her. Of course I remember you, even if we are to Rovinj, but "Rome restaurant" to Lanzarote.
addition to Rovinj, I happened to go for Rome. And there I watched. I have not given to any past, but I saw good things, not as in Milan. Rome is better than Milan. In Rome there are Viale Padova, Corso Milano, Viale Bologna Via Adria. In Rome there Benny, is all there is to it, to see, there are writers, there are a lot of Americans, there will be the next attack, very cool. Just a shame that in Rome, Via Rovinj, there is the "restaurant Lanzarote."
pp It is not unreasonable that?
Chopper Bicycle Rim 16
Back
I have no desire to return. I'm sick of Puerto del Carmen, tired of the slum to the British, fed up with the decay of structures, thirsty, tired of all inclusive. But I do not want to come back, how could I have wanted to get out of here .
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Sex, We're British!
are lying on the couch on his stomach. It's three and a half and I'm writing. Chris
The dog has, the gateway to open. Enter Chris and his girlfriend.
They must have done "time." Indeed, they did "evening" for sure, I'm stoned.
I raise my head and look at them beyond the screen of the laptop. Chirs pr all'Hyppodrome
ago and is objectively a pretty boy.
Chris's girlfriend, however, is something indescribable.
fact not describe it.
I just say that it is a grandissimissima pussy.
fact makes the model.
Chris greets me.
His girlfriend moves to the couch.
- Hi Carlos!
Chris takes off his shoes.
Chris is English, so it is naturally inclined to tease. Chris
sfotte the Germans because of the white socks. Chris
white socks do not wear them, indeed, he brings them no socks of any color.
- You smelly cunt! - His girlfriend's screams, pointing out the bathroom.
Chris looks down and goes downstairs. It has nothing to say.
His girlfriend instead reaches the couch and sits next to me, at the ass.
- What are you writing?
I hear the sound of water: Chris is in the shower.
- Will you write about me?
of I nodded.
- Which part of Italy are you from?
I'll see some photos of Padua.
When I get to Piazza del Santo snow, Chris's girlfriend begins to curl hair.
- I like your curly hair.
The water continues to flow.
I rest on his stomach while the girl Chris begins to stroke the back with the nails.
- Hey, Carlos ... You are sweating ... Why?
I take your intentions clearly sinful.
- May I lay down with you for a while?
of I nodded.
- Are You The Italian Stallion? As soon as the girl
Chirs earns a comfortable position, I stop hearing the sound of water.
- Oh Chris ... Chris
out of the bathroom, walks up the stairs and read in the posture of his girlfriend his sinful intentions.
- Oh what? - Chris says, and raises his girlfriend and dragged her from the couch in the room.
'Night - I say, and I get back to writing.
The dog has, the gateway to open. Enter Chris and his girlfriend.
They must have done "time." Indeed, they did "evening" for sure, I'm stoned.
I raise my head and look at them beyond the screen of the laptop. Chirs pr all'Hyppodrome
ago and is objectively a pretty boy.
Chris's girlfriend, however, is something indescribable.
fact not describe it.
I just say that it is a grandissimissima pussy.
fact makes the model.
Chris greets me.
His girlfriend moves to the couch.
- Hi Carlos!
Chris takes off his shoes.
Chris is English, so it is naturally inclined to tease. Chris
sfotte the Germans because of the white socks. Chris
white socks do not wear them, indeed, he brings them no socks of any color.
- You smelly cunt! - His girlfriend's screams, pointing out the bathroom.
Chris looks down and goes downstairs. It has nothing to say.
His girlfriend instead reaches the couch and sits next to me, at the ass.
- What are you writing?
I hear the sound of water: Chris is in the shower.
- Will you write about me?
of I nodded.
- Which part of Italy are you from?
I'll see some photos of Padua.
When I get to Piazza del Santo snow, Chris's girlfriend begins to curl hair.
- I like your curly hair.
The water continues to flow.
I rest on his stomach while the girl Chris begins to stroke the back with the nails.
- Hey, Carlos ... You are sweating ... Why?
I take your intentions clearly sinful.
- May I lay down with you for a while?
of I nodded.
- Are You The Italian Stallion? As soon as the girl
Chirs earns a comfortable position, I stop hearing the sound of water.
- Oh Chris ... Chris
out of the bathroom, walks up the stairs and read in the posture of his girlfriend his sinful intentions.
- Oh what? - Chris says, and raises his girlfriend and dragged her from the couch in the room.
'Night - I say, and I get back to writing.
snow Piazza del Santo (photo footage).
The clock of the laptop says I'm the 3:34
I hear sounds of laughter coming from the room, Chris.
I continue to write.
are the 3.35 and I begin to hear the first "Ah-Ah" Chris's girlfriend. At 3:36
confess myself to be unable to continue writing. At 3:37
confessed to feeling "disturbed" by what I hear. At 3:38
confess to be disappointed not to hear anything. At 3:39 am
Chirs say - What happened then?
At 3:41 I start to feel the first "Ronfi-Ronfi" Chris.
At 3:42 I decide to write what I heard. At 3:43
think 'Well, it happens. "
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September agreement
1 - Me and Paddy we agree on one thing: Battiato is an" artist "autumn, september.
2 - Thomas is a low-achiever. According to Thomas in September is the month for high-achievers. I agree with him. Just one question: so why is his favorite month in September?
3 - "listen to me in September, rainy and unstable, yet look at my soon to be, a place in the world just to deceive the arrow that will kill me." (Courtesy of Battiato).
2 - Thomas is a low-achiever. According to Thomas in September is the month for high-achievers. I agree with him. Just one question: so why is his favorite month in September?
3 - "listen to me in September, rainy and unstable, yet look at my soon to be, a place in the world just to deceive the arrow that will kill me." (Courtesy of Battiato).
Saturday, September 3, 2005
Rubber Wheels For Tech Decks
Stuff happens
This' as ... I do not like to improvise on the editor of blogspot in a useless internet cafe run by Colombians. 
So and 'success that I can not' connect my laptop to the internet 'cause the only place where such a practice was allowed and' closed. Will 'to post much of what I wrote on Monday' evening from a better place.
E 'success that I have taken a punch in the face, lips, right. Faith said the incident: 'Well, in a way', where there are fights every night, it seemed natural that I had not yet taken a punch. "
In fact, Faith is right.
E 'success that the servers of Aruba do not work anymore'. Try clicking here to believe. My pictures are on Aruba server, then you can not see shit.
This' as ... I do not like to improvise on the editor of blogspot in a useless internet cafe run by Colombians.
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