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The immense futility of mediocre (standard)

User unknown network appears before me, sudden, quick, anonymous, like the more famous unknown Roman. The general feeling is that we have seen something already seen and enjoyed, in the 10 minutes that separate me from the end, a meal is already known, swallowed several times to avoid an understandable rejection. I wonder if it is necessary. E 'must make clear your room, make anonymous all you touch with your rhetoric and your mediocre homosexual accent snob? Sei un re mida ignotizzante, paralizzante per i (miei) pensieri, torbida mano che insozza il più bel lindo del creato.

La sfera banalizzante che hai lanciato contro il sacro è dirompente, sussidiaria, sintetica.. è come indossare un paio di mutande sintetiche, strumenti depilatorii senza lame, fautori di cattivi odori sotto falsa identità. Sbatto contro il muro per evitarla, rimbalzo di lato e mi ritrovo fuori dal coro e fuori dal sentiero tracciato per me da menti più scivolose. L'angoscia è tutto ciò che mi provoca la tua erudizione da TV medioborghese americana, angoscia e stordimento.

Pagami i danni.

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me fat? Fragments of a nascent state ... A personal story


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Grey

Vagava for the city for the past three days. It was always night. The doors were closed. There were more colors in that city, only the white of the halogen lights that made its way through a few windows have not yet darkened, families who were still asleep right in the republican spirit. He was awake for some time and we could not sleep anymore. "In a world of gray matter and night sleep?" wondered to himself, aloud. It would have been easier to like them, wait for better days, waiting for the landing forces of the great democracies. But all was silent, all was still. Do not pull even more of a breath of wind, in that city. The track has always been gray, like the ancient Roman roads, gray as a mule in the mountains, was the only thing not to be changed. "Come to think of first in the world of things there were gray, maybe if we were there, we were too colorful to think about the gray, black, white," he exclaimed. Do not think, speak. Perhaps they had already made up there was crazy, maybe they considered it an anomaly in a perfect system, maybe a jester who wanted to go back to ancient times, where the minstrels were worth but little something. But he was lucid, polished like the reflections of light in a gray city. You had to see how the gleaming city, was formidable. When you turn on the Moon, in those nights halogen, everything sparkled, especially the corners of the houses. Wire discovered exhaled the last breath of a past life, those little noises analog sottilineavano ejaculations exuberant. It smelled of coffee in the streets, the aroma of distant lands, the only form of resistance, perhaps the last helping hand to the Free Human Consciousness. He came to the end of his seventy-fifth tour of the city, nothing new had happened. "The first lady called her son to dinner when it started Scherzo, Mr. 2 has blasphemed the fifth goal made by his team in a match delayed by a few years ago, the baby laughed for the three usual beat of a talking dog Made in Japan, the guy has ejaculated 7 umpteenth orgasm of Chasey Lane, Mr. 15 has infervoarato facing the fiery words of chairman of the have-nots against the party, now dead for 21 years. Everything is always the same and I'm ready for the seventy-sixth lap. Here Mondolibero. It's your line. "

was the fifteenth month since the cloud that enveloped the world that had disappeared. That part of the world. There remained only small waves in the ether infinite, a few frequencies that those worms are doing enough. He would die as the Mondolibero anchorman of our small, without knowing how it would end. His life ended at cinquantamillesimo around the city.

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extreme theories on Football [African edition]

Football in Italy is what it is in the world oligarchy, gerontocracy, arrogance and laziness.

The average 25 years of the German team makes me want to cry to me and (I think) to all young Italians. Argentina semi-final and four goals

The great champions are great if ...?

To play football you must run

The Football is becoming a sport not because of the referees but not for misconduct of players. Irritants.

What Spain was the European Championship is now Germany.

African football will never be at the top because of colonialism and what colonialism has led to: Europeanization of African teams (disaster) and Europeanization of African players (eg Boateng @ ger, ita Balotelli @?, several examples of France, Khedira @ ger)

technology I leave my room. I ask only for football sportsmanship and emotion. Like the good old days.

Blatter is a mafia.

Abete has taken root in the chair of the FIGC. Hahaha. The problem with this measure is that it is not a joke.

Lippi has lost all credibility he earned in 2006 due to his press conferences Cicchitto worthy of any ...

Inter won the Champions, the Scudetto and the Italian Cup because he had no Italian players. I think it's easy to understand why now.

Inter have the only two promising young Italian football.

family Boateng could win the World Cup alone.

Boateng is a great player (both).

Messi, when it comes to fighting makes me laugh. Has anyone seen today? Someone saw him in the semifinals of the Champions League? Easy to make eight goals at Real Zaragoza.

Vive la France!

When we are the world turn on the television.

The world is beautiful because they are Africans in Africa.

The vuvuzela do not bother me. I find it much more annoying that the Italian fans howl every time he touches a black ball.

As you can see my mind is evaporating, and with it all the thoughts in my head.

Regards.