Then you can do as you wish .
(Richard, me, Simon and Alexander)
Thanks for everything, everyone. Follows, to see which goes back.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Brazilian Waxing Tutorial
Keep the change, dirty bastard
Whenever a relationship ends there's anything left, a remnant. It is a poorly written sentence and automatic, however. There is always some writer says that whenever .
Suddenly (there's always a writer who says suddenly) you're gone and you left a residue behind you here in my part. It's never nice to leave for a number of reasons that it is useless to list, but above all else that moves (there's always a writer who says especially ).
The rest is embarrassing when you are fifty euro also beautiful round, not ever to see a bill. Mostly it is a handful of small change as two (five, if all goes well). Then we must spend it quickly, even throw it away. However, he ends that we will buy a shit, so you might as well throw it away, or give it to someone. Better to throw it, you never know.
The rest of a report embarrassment as the imprint of hair and sweat on the edge of the cup, when you think you have done, you get up and clean you, raises his pants and hit the drain, here is your change there (there always a writer who says here there ), you were expecting a surprise in the shape of your ass.
When you left you left a pretty print. The seat was mine, no rain, but the bastard, the bitch was you. I wonder what impression I left on your cup, you do not have hair on your ass, maybe (there is always some writer says that perhaps ) my rest is a blur of sweat invisible, maybe it's a piece that you have five forgotten in his pants during the summer return of the cabinet.
The problem is not us two: the problem is disappearing, that people never works so well. The addition is simple: one night stand to walk as two stupid rub on the city. The division is noble, multiplication is not for me, I have not yet figured out if I have to write a dot or a ics. When someone explain to me if I have to write the dot ics or, perhaps begin to multiply. For now, add, share, subtract, but always with the rest, because math is not my field.
Pucci, his task is five: the subtraction must be no rest, if they make a right. And do not dare to hide the rest under the Protocol squared close, sooner or later reappears as a cat out of dust. Instead!
We hope to raise the vote with the hearing.
ps-Thanks Alexander prepared for guitars and sound engineering for Richard, and thanks to Simon who like this piece although we had tried only in the afternoon, but mostly thanks to his very good book. Thanks to Elena, who prefers Ellimecbì (we blame him?), And thanks to all those present who did not expect so many of the debut of a band offlazionata. Thanks to Elena (the one with curls) and thanks to the cock, which always has to do, by hook or by crook. I swear I do not sing more, and just talk, hello. 
Whenever a relationship ends there's anything left, a remnant. It is a poorly written sentence and automatic, however. There is always some writer says that whenever .
Suddenly (there's always a writer who says suddenly) you're gone and you left a residue behind you here in my part. It's never nice to leave for a number of reasons that it is useless to list, but above all else that moves (there's always a writer who says especially ).
The rest is embarrassing when you are fifty euro also beautiful round, not ever to see a bill. Mostly it is a handful of small change as two (five, if all goes well). Then we must spend it quickly, even throw it away. However, he ends that we will buy a shit, so you might as well throw it away, or give it to someone. Better to throw it, you never know.
The rest of a report embarrassment as the imprint of hair and sweat on the edge of the cup, when you think you have done, you get up and clean you, raises his pants and hit the drain, here is your change there (there always a writer who says here there ), you were expecting a surprise in the shape of your ass.
When you left you left a pretty print. The seat was mine, no rain, but the bastard, the bitch was you. I wonder what impression I left on your cup, you do not have hair on your ass, maybe (there is always some writer says that perhaps ) my rest is a blur of sweat invisible, maybe it's a piece that you have five forgotten in his pants during the summer return of the cabinet.
The problem is not us two: the problem is disappearing, that people never works so well. The addition is simple: one night stand to walk as two stupid rub on the city. The division is noble, multiplication is not for me, I have not yet figured out if I have to write a dot or a ics. When someone explain to me if I have to write the dot ics or, perhaps begin to multiply. For now, add, share, subtract, but always with the rest, because math is not my field.
Pucci, his task is five: the subtraction must be no rest, if they make a right. And do not dare to hide the rest under the Protocol squared close, sooner or later reappears as a cat out of dust. Instead!
We hope to raise the vote with the hearing.
ps-Thanks Alexander prepared for guitars and sound engineering for Richard, and thanks to Simon who like this piece although we had tried only in the afternoon, but mostly thanks to his very good book. Thanks to Elena, who prefers Ellimecbì (we blame him?), And thanks to all those present who did not expect so many of the debut of a band offlazionata. Thanks to Elena (the one with curls) and thanks to the cock, which always has to do, by hook or by crook. I swear I do not sing more, and just talk, hello.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Tylenol P.m. Ingredients
The end of the Mondrian
(this post was adapted to write this article, so now you know that actually talks about music, not apocalypse)
The air is crisp in the city and knows that change of season. Mastodons migrated north dancers ducks crossing to the south, while the updrafts sling unabated. Humans are no more, no matter how loud they could scream, as they open their mouths wide open, housing insects taste sweet, jackals guarding the bar, gazelles sleep protected from the monsoon in the highway bridge in disuse time two thousands of years and all of the animals walk upright, setting fires with hooves and claws, taking advantage of a nature inherited by those who called civilization. The glass and concrete will be elements of the periodic table, in a million years, when the records will not be left track.
duplexes embedded in the bauxite mines, where platypus sentient seeking raw materials for the subterranean city, will be regarded with indifference. Lost techniques, there are other, when the queue will become the most important body and hind legs serve to march, to massacre the front.
Flocks scattered in the wooded plains receive news from the ancient city \u200b\u200bthrough coded messages, according to new languages \u200b\u200bintra-species, while the herds rivals send spies to learn the secrets of transhumance: the campaign abandoned and derelict, the people go into the plot beastly road, following the roads, breaking through the toll booths, providing water spontaneous births asphalt lakes neglect; enter careless layers suburban and then urban accompanied by a concert of nails on the ground and rubbed on the floor, castanets as a party.
And if they are wars and genocide, no one will be there to tell or at least no one will listen and even if someone will not listen to his memory. Until again it will not be introduced in writing and with it the beginning of a new disaster and the gods are anthropomorphic and explain any unknown event, but will not explain its absence, until then bleats and roars and snarls are the songs of unattainable beauty and convince the savage souls propagation of ignorance.
Eventually you wake up in a posture of calligraphy and are forced to scratch my Sehnsucht you fell asleep under his thighs. Good morning.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Hyundai Tucson Battery Terminal
Benone RIP
Apparently doing very well become extinct, if it ever existed. Speaking of extinction, the last single of shit Baustelle ago I wanted to let you know before you form an opinion, always. About non-existence, including the latest single from Lady GaGa ago shit, as far as to engage the thighs paciarotte Beyoncé, as you pretend not to know that communicate with video in 2010 is sad, as you pretend not to see the product-placement tacky as a tit explode. Like this
So if benone has disappeared, will have its good reasons. So quick to write because I other things, but sometimes I think about the blog. Let's say I'm treating it as you would with a girlfriend after years of stressful relationship: not Chicago, it I take sexual pleasure and each time, to forgive me, bring him flowers. 
Apparently doing very well become extinct, if it ever existed. Speaking of extinction, the last single of shit Baustelle ago I wanted to let you know before you form an opinion, always. About non-existence, including the latest single from Lady GaGa ago shit, as far as to engage the thighs paciarotte Beyoncé, as you pretend not to know that communicate with video in 2010 is sad, as you pretend not to see the product-placement tacky as a tit explode. Like this
So if benone has disappeared, will have its good reasons. So quick to write because I other things, but sometimes I think about the blog. Let's say I'm treating it as you would with a girlfriend after years of stressful relationship: not Chicago, it I take sexual pleasure and each time, to forgive me, bring him flowers.
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