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What that thief wanted, our goodness without credit for his crime. A tribute to the smell of corruption is too much, who will listen to us tomorrow if we cry again! That three-line thought isn't over. A piece of advice the money you can spend today, spend it now, then there's no one left, laugh, maybe it's us who are cheating in jargon we don't like. The last person is us, the most responsible for a poor burned, an oxidized book of people, our true nature is nobody will ever tell us who we are. I fell down by day or you are a thief, you fall or continue to be inferior, true as the electricity or gas bill, you can only as what you have already paid. Rex, Lux, don't you get it? He can't tell you because he's your killer, your evil, your best friend or a fake disguised as him. Pushed down, the loss sets us free, we suffocate, who dies is the disgrace of the house. I believe in the suffocation of pain, not in the growth of an evil, as the film in the evening coloured us with Valkyrie. A void, that's why you can't understand the square, on the picture not on nothing, so the future will come anyway, in every time as in these modern electronics nothing escapes the law, the real one. Feel if your heart beats, if the phone rings instead of feeling the boredom, the Valkyrie or the anarchy that is always one thing.
Sacred, profane, zombies, you can't get upstairs except climbing those usual clear stairs, you need to build a wall with concrete more than painting it of boredom, but, our complaint is a crime of defamation, sin will be a mistake to judge, so here no one does you good because even tomorrow the same, in my opinion it is difficult to hold a different world that many do not know cut, what a confusion where the complaint ends enters the habit, only the details of a life destined to be trashed, full of things in good homes is nobody knows, no one will be ourselves. You sleep of boredom or, still you are not sleepy, you can't even imagine how many problems someone has, not me where I'll find you nowadays, do you know what a heretic is? where you've gone don't talk, otherwise it breaks! Who has ruined poetry for ten years and ten years is still that human virus, do not empty like folders the past or, the present, tell him to go to hell. Today he is still looking at the calendar and the clock, other people and more, before Christ. Are those charts belonging to the school the ones you're missing how come? Math, geography, letters or something.
What great ice cream is then, and then, and then there's you that doesn't work, not me then, the opposite. The curtain comes down five minutes early so people don't know what time it is outside.
Your infected, bye Perego.
4. LOGS CLOSE TOGETHER
Freedom is you, 01.12.2010“Are you busy tonight? You tell me? …then the phone call fell through.”
This was how we preferred to spend the time of the things we already knew, where the heart, reality, dolls, porcelain, our unbelief exceeds us. How low is this product, tell me when you'll come, to see if it stays fresh! Perhaps we like to sleep, peace. You want a cigarette among the many things to do today.
The theme: the proximity of retro progress, terse, lost do not even mention it to me. You want to know what is the chopstick cutter, the cutting board of the deep … we are at work we continue after we get paid, why do you still think. We'd already have the solution in our hands, how many stumbling actions even today, no cooking for tomorrow, hurry up and get cold, you say it, love is depressed or speaks for you. The evening ends, night falls, even the curtain falls again, dear beloved and gloomy Italy.
You still remember that unhealthy thought, that pain in this month of December, was so ignorant.
At the end of a year or at the end of a century, you are in a metamorphosis in your body for the whole day, the stolen peace seems always the same story, it is tell me how many people you feel in chorus because you are there, what annoyance you are not, dying. End of year zero ten still cannot speak of evil, who wants to jump.
Trick or treat you're alive, but in an unspeakable mistake you haven't even begun. Too low, my ass, again that false fascism, pick everything up and let's go away. It's enough to stay to have, to continue to see, there is always a great universal crime, the silence of knowledge.
Leave yourself alone, talk, breathe, how much you have left behind, how many occupations to do, an army of failures to cross to see the first brick of your house. Tell yourself what you already know, being is a privilege today because somewhere else you'll be better, they want above all you for everything, who they are you know, it's not the echo in the broadest sense of the word an evil creates gas chambers or, what no one has ever undertaken in a concrete way, like you, everyone. Try to tell her some things then you think about it, obviously make them your images do not worry, however I repeat you is a thief but clumsy, wanted your evil while the others leave incompetent. How many evils in Calabria make invoices, maybe they are but they have done evil to themselves. How much the world was the same, don't confuse a burnt cloth, up above is not the same. Everyone talks while everything is in nothing, we are defrauded children it is not true that if you don't know now you will never know, there are no other people on that side only the illegal and false, more false statements, slander, deductions.
If you want to enter please is like when you don't know, I think it is also false who programmed us, without a success card or, a ticket already paid, you will see more. Poor, deluded in the daylight of those who do not recognize the true original source of truth. Most of the work hasn't been done while everyone is going to joy, look at them go on.
Who wants to finish reading a book that they don't like, what does a people mean by offense, an act done together! A voice at the bottom: what can happen if we do it all together for real, but sorry it was not a problem of those two or three then, the ignorant governs as 'the evil desire future, it's years crying we need pepper or cultures, how many things we have and we are still just us this other, we need a machine that continues a matter of personal instances, you have to finish that then it is the same, we do not stop physically while others continue.
How many crimes in the last week then, in files you can find why he left us uh, how low the sea was in the past days. Abandon people who make mistakes, how many problems we will have to choose fist or force… paper or stone. Better to tell her all the things that aren't there or failed, the rest is boredom. History or fantasy for nothing you don't stay, how many mistakes we have already made to live nothing. Look at the sun that warms us, it says it's all gone anyway, asking is the impossible. We live a communism a bit 'too big I was once told, so devoid of words without institutions turned on, instead it is a time of renewals, call see other people who are well maybe they had not explained about the hours, other tolls, balances and payments in general, there is no active tool only the comments of this afternoon after lunch, the money or the Sun. Death is in the end so it's the future for these, like what a broader software was. A statement cannot hurt to live well above, as what had already happened in the past, life has already passed at fourteen, do not you believe it? The pain is different, our compliance, the issues a little more expensive when it swallows us Sunday after lunch, who deserved had already won. Look what a nice newspaper if you're smart a party is like a palace, you have to live well to be healthy but, as you will do in the next chapter when they tell you how God is called, then you and your back.
I've been going on for several years, it's good not to surprise only two. He was just a thief that modern epoch, he made or better still makes all that noise, because he is the annoyance that I think are many humans from the quality of confusion, I talk about it because I had noticed another dimension to human figures in history then, must go to jail, if you don't want to be surprised much is just a legal process, to a strange point, up to life already know but, we have to be hospitalized because we are governed, we pay it that is, we think and commit our good then miserable of people who do not speak, declaring to the Czech a unique good to the history of one. A good is instead of many others or the opposite, to say why we need to move so as not to be killed or, stocked by many positions that we do not know but, that we learned in school. The person in charge of the good today must be a good person, certainly a delinquent or an unconscious person, and that's me… those are diseases of good, parasite units in society. You're still hungry what that person has ever said to you, you know even evil is good in these people, evil is what he says, good to our people, because it's not only mine, you'll see that it will surely fall.
So a rich fake replaces me in a world betrayed then everyone already knows, in this silence, who says anything else but, certainly another false pleasure then illegal, must go to jail, the square is the prison for that person, you do not joke with certain issues that hurt the flesh, desperate animal friend. Let's proceed, from where? Come on you do not know there is only one truth to where you want to go then, is what you wanted to know but unfortunately you do not say a word. Make, make your expressions mine, the wine again. Good morning that will ever really live, does not seem all dirty, you have a religion prior to Jesus Christ? At a certain point it ends what he wanted to tell us, that is, that he did good, since then we are always good what he wanted to tell you who declared he was good. All these unique places do not exist, you are always you in certain aspects, that is, you are this tomorrow, next week the future maybe not but, you cannot go crazy, we have been deceived and backward friend, as evils are all the same. What's wrong with the world? You've got a bellyache. No, the world is wrong. You know what goes on after that arrow, you know there's everything in life in an instant, what you see is everything for now and forever. All the things happening must pass now there, where you are in the world, in front of you to be understood by you, to exist. This moment is the next or, next year the unknown but, it is not very fleeting, finally I do not think we are situated in the good today, to put it briefly, today is a day like any other at the end of the year zero ten you do not know, what speed life takes where it tells you to be, this hello.
Where you are bored, how many fascist prohibitions, gloomy at the end of a year that as always alone poor man presents himself as a sum, on the other hand what can you expect the day gets up, its realities adapt to their strength effectiveness, it will be suitable so, it is said perhaps it is our city that wanted to hide the furniture with its neon sign bright, flashing. Things that nobody ever wanted to hear like an echo at ten in the morning: what he wanted, what he said, now he's gone, now as always a deep right hidden in the homes of those who did not want, an illegal act outside the body, problems of others that 'the public does not work.
Close the phone call we were already ourselves before we woke up this morning, everything where we are as always is in a body of crime, the stones in your mouth like the people scattered downtown, it's already over, I do not think it will remain for years to come. How much it costs a today, what you see for next year, what has ended up in the end is just a little defrauded, with the art of a deception our state, by the metamorphoses that are assumed or personal duplications. How many fakes but comes next year, there was really not everything at this time, time for all or open offices. It is necessary to realize exactly as an example, for the Good not to operate those things, which are not good. Look at the clock, scrutinize the rest of the room or the horizon, the scenery is free of the place where you are.
The taste of lead, the year goes the same with people even more up-to-date than you. They have already done a different good, people a misery, a misery like I wasn't good, but I was good, so don't complain as you see we are all here. At the end of this economic legacy you can call me and I'm at home now I'm going to Happy New Year, happy holidays.
Bye Jesus, call me.
5. THE FILM I WILL WRITE TO YOU
Lovingly us, 02.01.2011Okay, you're alive, bye… it's one of the most beautiful phrases of this century. Dear Red Brigade fade a little bit in this future, don't you have a name and talk? the city already exists with my cousin's software. Today, after a crack in the face, he runs away. The year zero eleven, who knows who's talking? Still mountain problems so we called there, be careful many continue until eight or ten. Tomorrow you will go out with the money, you do not understand anything, however a good day to you who have cobwebs in your head. Again, open your hand well again, let's see… here, look at it yourself at home, then let me know. I leave the house I'm a free wardrobe, I don't commit insults against the state, I'm not a criminal with my eyes open just to see the difference between things that move and things that stay put.
Corporeality of the possible, of the real you don't tell it all, now and now we really owe it to go in the sense that we have to move. You would be a thief or a non-thief, whoever stopped you, find some where it is written or look at your peace. You still have the intention to know where the thumbtack of the disc attaches in your truth, okay in my opinion you are in a state of confusion but, so they will call the police, they will say that you were in evil but, it is not a statement known then, to finish were others so more than one evil, by the great echo blamed, so that's how you will be: a beautiful creature alive whatever said, was so distant or far away that you do not hear, morale we are all in the same boat.
A good is a mistake or perfection, who knows how much it costs. The favourite yard of life is our room, our bad thoughts will be burned. On this day what will they do to us, what will all the people build but where have you moved to? I mean where are you… right now the first train for life has passed, you keep laughing, they are all false here in our country. Stop, it's because you're talking, don't you think it's our love, as there is a real or a problem common to all of us, it's true they come and go but, everything is real we are an image then we leave, we overcome afterwards an evil comes again and we have to exist to leave it, smaller than a penny just because it's a human being. The first form of elevation: don't advise, go ahead, don't talk to me, go towards the road, let's walk together, but that cloud nearby is evil, dear zero eleven. We owe a solution to walk higher than the earthly ground, not the popular ignorance as 'the pavement, or the authors we met in our lives were alone and confused us.
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