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The Democratic Party primary: how to practice drills holes in the skull with rusty for leisure or for profit.

(Copy and paste this tedious prolisseide the facebook note written on the eve of the Democratic Party primary. I do not want to amend my hasty judgments. Just to say that I only give moral blackmail on the cock, pace of leonardo and his enthusiasm.)


Then, I read this stuff here and I said come on, I've had time to lose too much, let's analyze stammerda point by point, just in time for the end of the campaign.
Topic: Democratic Party primaries.
Question:

Why do not you will vote in the primaries?

1) 'Why are not the Democratic Party " This has all the appearance of being good response, but Gilioli says no, if we want to "send home the crack of the Knight also serves as a strong opposition party the Democratic Party." A lot of the crap logical fallacies of the whole article contains in this very proposition. We note here that the strength of the PD is shown as axiomatic, as if the sum of its parts (who share only about "send home the crack of the Knight", eh, mind you) that make up this party-blob was a constant unchanging. As this is false has been amply demonstrated by the searing defeat at elections in 2008 that followed the disastrous fall of the second Prodi government constipated; we can therefore say that the transition from a Pd Ulivo party this mutant has lost at least a slice of voters, but transeat, this is not the point. We note with interest that the PD is described as a "strong opposition party," not as a party strong enough to govern, then, in case of fall of B. during the mandate, only a gadfly buzzing around the butt of the premier and burglary some 'cock, forcing him from time to time to shake the tail (*), but since the remaining parties are not the government or infinitesimal ( and thus exempt from the rooms), or simply IdV el'UDC, this objection is blatantly unnecessary: the PD, sic stantibus rebus, is already the strongest opposition party, does not go so well already? Why should I perform an act whose only purpose is to leave things as they are? Mica's vote in the primaries will increase the number of deputies to the Pd rooms. But even this is not the point.
The point is that you ask the people (voters apparently left the defunct rainbow, or even more likely to Di Pietro) choose to go to the secretary of a party who did not vote and / or did not intend to vote elections. And why? Why is it necessary that a strong party to oppose the rider. Oh well ', it makes perfect sense. If all this People feel the need to fight the knight but votes elsewhere, obviously its need is already satisfied by the parties that vote and the Democratic Party does not feel the need, especially if it presents itself as an opposition party with no hope of governing. It would make more sense of the request "you too become the Democratic Party, who govern, and thus thrown Abberlustoni Tuttinsieme" instead of this absurd request. What interest would, for example, a voter IDV, which was heard several times just sfanculare by members of the Democratic Party, to make stronger what is already the strongest opposition party? Obviously, no.
But it is equally obvious that this request insensata non è diretta né a quelli della Sinistra Arcobaleno (sorry guyz, non vi s’incula più nessuno, ovunque voi siate) né a quelli dell’IdV. È una mano tesa ai democristiani, e a loro soli: mi sbaglio? Per gli altri è solo un “cacciami il soldino, grazie per il tuo tempo e adesso tornatene pure affanculo”.

(*) cosa che non ha nemmeno più necessità di fare, dal momento che, davanti alla ghiotta prospettiva di farlo cadere sullo scudo fiscale, si sono dati alla macchia.

2) «Perché il Pd fa schifo» Pure questa risposta non sta bene a Gilioli, ma è un giudizio “diffuso tra quelli che vorrebbero a party and not a real ectoplasm, "and according to him" a low turnout in the primaries would make it even more ectoplasmic and weak. " First, if you think that the Democratic Party sucks to make it stronger then I do not give much: the problem of this party, who gives this answer, it's not that weak, but that just sucks, two very different things. If it sucks now that he is weak and "baby" (the new spreads, baf!), How to make it stronger difettuccio should correct this? Answer: NOT RECEIVED. Gilioli also insinuates that "with few voters in the primaries the Democratic Party would be even more disgusting, and its equipment would make meat Pig. " Evidently believes that the same equipment that produced the candidate of the primaries, impressed by a high turnout, the electorate would feel his breath on my neck and would thus be compelled to toe the line. Shit, this is indeed a compelling logic, so why not cut the head of the bull and all vote for the PDL, as well Abberlusconi feel intimidated by this overwhelming consensus? It makes sense to vote for those who are not exactly what inspires no confidence, after all.

3) "Why is it better than Peter" "legal opinion" Bontàsua Gilioli says, "but never IDV alone shall not constitute an alternative to Berlusconi: you can imagine but only with a strong Democratic Party. "And why not with a robust IdV to say? If we make a strong enough any party not in government, after all, we are creating a strong opposition to the PDL, what is missing in these arguments is the answer to the question: why the Democratic Party? Ideas that I convey to the Democratic Party said an alternative to Berlusconi better than that offered by anyone else? But the need for this Pd is given as an axiom, then do ALL THESE QUESTIONS I waste my time.

4) "Because so much is good for nothing" Here they are, the usual defeatist! Also give up the hope of a better world without Abberlustoni, also give up eating and breathe and key because both the sun and the universe will implode off, well done, do something like that you are already DEAD INSIDE! Well not necessarily serve in some way but we groped, otherwise you are not the Italy that he loves me! Well, aside from the fact that there has already tried several times and the result has been precisely the equivalent of a kayak that precipitates a cascade of cagarella assholes for breaking up rocks hard and sharp, that things will be different this time I you have to prove, Pd, you can not hope you think about the word. The first time you came to power as a good left have invented the modern and dynamic insecurity, laying the groundwork for future full and systematic destruction of any hope and life planning for people of my generation (no, blame the right to have it even worse does not work: it was the right one would expect this kind of reform, YOU NO, that's where is the difference), the second time you put Mastella Justice and released by the infamous pardon, thousands of murderers, thieves, rapists (all then went back inside after committing other crimes that simply would not have been if you had not given birth to this crap) in agreement with the PDL. In short, do not you give me one reason to believe that the Democratic Party is an alternative to the right, and if I feel that these are useless antics of primary are also "the italiachenonvuolebene. But go a bit 'to fuck up as good.

5) "Because I do not like any of the three candidates' ... but it is better than any of their Abberlustoni, no? And to say a few words to explain why this rather than take it for granted, when? Suppose one considers a time of global economic crisis requires a stable government even shitty (again using the logic of "lesser evil" at the base of everything) and find that the largest opposition party in Italy, given its recent history of internal strife and inability to make a decision clear and shared, does not meet this requirement, what? It could possibly purge the Democratic Party, after the primaries, all those who are against in order to support the positions clear and shared (hint. BINETTI OUTSIDE THE SHIT TO DO ON STAGE-DIVING artichokes, to name one at random). Here, however controversial, this may be a valid justification for a fool like me by chance, say "ah crap, but even if we do we are the power rangers and we are good" no. It takes for granted that anyone is better than SB, and it is assumed that anyone claiming one of these will strengthen the party and suddenly take the sharper edges, as if a strong leader in the Democratic Party could actually intimidate the leaders of these movements and make them "fall into line." Well, I do not think so. Neither Prodi, who won the election twice, he succeeded. Then we want to point out how foolish to pull out the argument "yes, but anyone is better than the head of PDL" when it comes to choosing the leader of the Democratic Party and not that of the PDL? Yes, come on, let's see.

6) "Why are all bastards (those of Pd) ' Gilioli trivially says that" there are not assholes and jerks, as in all or most of the organizations "(note the" almost "eh, this is class guys, we must stand to think a bit 'up, but deemed say that there are also some free shit or embody the ultimate evil, Cthulhu's army came from the bottom of the abyss to enslave humanity?), and that "probably the Democratic Party as a whole to be less asshole the PDL. " The point is, the coefficient of shit in the Democratic Party is likely to induce me to prefer the idea of planting red-hot forks into the scrotum, rather than vote, or not? The question is not trivial, since the turnout has been increasing, as is the League. Perhaps many have decided to vote instead of Pd alloy, for example. Or maybe the Democratic Party has crossed the line with baciapile, and flagellating monks fucking doctors objectors consciousness leaving the FUCKING WALL.

7) "Why the Democratic Party does not give any trouble for Berlusconi" here recognizes that "indeed, so far, the Democratic Party did not give much trouble for Berlusconi," but that "whoever is elected, we will stand with the breathing down your neck because they do not repeat the painful experiences of the past. " And why, pray, to reward a party going to vote in its primary would bring in 3 million to correct the course and not to repeat the painful experiences of the past? To me it sounds more like "good guys keep it up you going strong! Continue to quietly note that in moderately wrong on some issues, the Knight! Ditegliene four Ballarò "You know a great way to force a party to change course? Punishing boycott the polls.

8) "What's the big win D'Alema, who is a inciucione, and these primaries are a farce" The counter argument is that "even if he won Bersani, the greater will be the result of the other two candidates more difficult it is for D 'Alema retry old mess-ups. "Oh yeah? And how, teleporting him and all his power in the middle of the Indian Ocean? Continue to exist even after the primaries, or plan to use Franceschini unorthodox methods to get rid of dissidents?
said that, to say a few words about these primaries. Recently I read (can not remember the details at the moment) that a candidate has complained of as many posters that come with one of the other, and that it was not correct. A level playing field within the party. Christ. Whomsoever imbecillone obviously has no idea how they work in the U.S. primaries. There not only the candidates and their staff must bump going around the U.S. for months, but must also convince donors to hunt the fine grain to support their election campaign (in exchange for political support and reforms they must ensure an economic return, of course, that mica do it for sympathy: it is a investment, it comes to election campaigns by hundreds of millions of dollars, eh). It is not that they are to get rolling and rubbing the balls to each other, but to take blows on the gums for several months, the newspapers disgraced opponent, pulled off dirty stories that were believed buried in a nutshell play very dirty. Here is the campaign of the fantastic heroes of democracy is to use different intonation to give him to Berlusconi, and needless to talk about it blows on the gums. Where was the bloody struggle between these internal factions of the Democratic Party? These are not the primary, this is the game of three cards.

9) "Why the Democratic Party did not make the law on conflict interest "by Well, it can happen to anyone to get distracted, you do take too much on sunscreen and after sun from slippers to pack, then you get on the road and the toll-to '! we forgot the gas on, damn! One you take too much work and this is nothing like that hey, it's already 2001 and there are new elections, luckily we were able to introduce at least for the time Treu package in order to make the labor market more liquid and up to date, in line with the new left-liberal Western! Of course, now we are not like the government when we could really do it, the law, but if you will help to strengthen the Largest Opposition Party be assured that we will shit blood, Abberlusconi! Whatever drives us a little bit every now and then, or else that passes through his mind. Oh well, 'row which is a beauty.
Small side note: that Berlusconi owns a big chunk of information and almost all the tv is a fact, that people who voted did so under pressure with their guns in the neck is rather obvious bullshit. So much so that not everyone will vote, and it is useless you are to soak up the fact that people with the brain is on one side and all the other Obtuse stupid couch potatoes. The fact is that there are elections, these elections and Berlusconi wins. The motivations that drive people to vote is the average stupid everywhere, because stupidity (as we are taught the essential Carlo Maria Cipolla) is well distributed to all levels of society: the stupidity is neither necessary nor sufficient condition to explain the loyalty that people give to Berlusconi since he came into politics, perhaps other reasons should be sought, perhaps seeking the reasons for the distrust of voters against it in its past operations. But no, why, the better to pose as champions of freedom of information, law and equality, so that it fields the same. Let TURQUOISE SOCKS ALL OF FREEDOM '!
The power of influence of the media could discuss long, but that the success of SB is due solely to them is just not facing reality. Shut up And a good time to mention the foreign press, the god Cthulhu, who have broken with the balls I'm fucking Times of London: the indignation of the foreign press is irrelevant when it comes to the polls HERE IN ITALY, not the British to vote and will not be the British to unseat Berlusconi, unless you want to try a landing in Sicily. Schiaffatevelo in the fucking head.

10) "For those of Pd are weak and absent" argument: "True, very true." Ok, no objection. Following the usual tirade about the fact that poor people, we need an injection of self-esteem, go to vote then you dislike, are in a crisis of personality, Bersani is cut to feel alive, boredom and balls. Yawn.

Well, that's all.

33 Weeks Pregnant Sore Stomach

lorry85 @ 2009-06-06T16: 28:00

return to old habits then!
I also changed the layout powered by delirious conversation yesterday and I knew it was high time to give a nice redesign of the Journal.
are not practical, but thanks to expert hands, there seems to be successful. >___\u0026lt;
* PS One mmmmille work commitments and organization that I deal in recent months, talks with the world on MSN are all well and good ...
Me lust monkey neh neh neh other gatherings? * Veiled invitations to all ...

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* What can I say? Today I updated a bit '(which I did not long, just to let people know T____T) and I noticed a small little thing aka the exit of the comment posts by Arashi new single "Ashita no Kioku / Crazy Moon" ; , which I translate here just because this man always gives taaaante satisfaction! Ichiban Daisuki *, * always ♥

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credits to lovely yuckie_chan

This is the song that part at the end of the drama "The Quiz Show."
I heard as "Kamiyama" (note: its role in the drama), so I can not separate the image I have of drama.
The text refers to the plot so this is a song with a dark side and a mixture of feelings and sad at the same time, words that contradict each other.

"Joy" - "Suffering"
"Heat" - "Hatred"
"Tomorrow" - "remember"

And so on ...

Anyway, about the title "Ashita no Kioku" (Memories of Tomorrow):
"Tomorrow, the memories come back to the surface."
Here's how I interpreted.

And this is why Kamiyama.

... anyway!
"It sounds like a song with a positive message!"
Some members have said so, so I think this is a song that shows a different face depending on the person (who listen).

Please feel "" Crazy Kimi wa Muteki Moon ~ ~ "with your own eyes.
But after hearing "Ashita no Kioku" by the ears.
Greetings.

Sakurai Sho
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There it was again ... The other members pucci leave us silly phrases, Arashi style we love so much (including Junji that promotes drama Sho without it being started yet and sees the thing ... ) and the National Shokkino back to the office sentences by doki doki. You're a well-deserved
ichiban you know it? RESPECT mode * on * ^___^

Well fangirl and after the time comes that the 'eye of the lynx!
Meanwhile it looks like the end caps and wonder of the Kokuritsu, post here some of the facets Johnniche more crafty and scemotte (alternates) ...



Someone says that these three little men there is a certain similarity and that the preference is due to this ... Well, apart from the love lavished ... MAYBE .
credits respectively to Shige ♥ Tsuyo ♥ Sho ♥



And now a bit 'picspam of generalized ...

Matsujun's faces. >___<




Random Kanjani8! ^____^




Random random random!!! ^___^ .

The random caps, caps along with other more intelligent (perhaps) be found and zipped HERE. ^____^
* the choice of actors is very personal, so you can feel compassion or, conversely, approve .*

Is Pooping More Than Normal A Sign Of Pregnancy

lorry85 @ 2009-03-21T19: 43:00

After months of absence back on the shores of LJ to update a little ...
Promotion Yattaman to me is putting a strain, as well as all the photo shoots that are coming out lately (and not least, the new drama "The quiz show" very promising ... ).
Not to mention the pearl of the CUT that some holy woman worthy HERE posted on LJ. Credits to: jesychan
and read that sentence as the beginning of tipically Sho 'interview:
"Some want to become a professional idol, maybe want to hear from me a serious answer (in the sense of "professional"), but I would only be able to become a "place" where people can go for comfort. "
E ' love, always. Anything nice / staid can say, is always love. ♥ ♥ ♥

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Just to make me not miss anything as usual, but this time I caught a test I've seen the SMO in the recovery of thread, and the theme is of course .. . Kanjano What you may be most in common?
Well ... tadaan! of Surprise surprise!

K8 Your best match is: Murakami Shingo! Take
Which Kanjani8 member are you Most Compatible with? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey 's Personality Test Generator .

Congratulations and rejoice! Your K8 love match is none other than Mr. Best Husband Material in K8, Murakami Shingo!

Nothing can get this guy down and he is always bursting with energy and ready to go. Shingo's greatest loves are money and soccer, so be prepared for many long tirades about soccer games and players. But if you love soccer half as much as he does you will both have a good time. Plus this is one guy who will definitely take care of you. Incredibly responsible and reliable, Shingo will always make sure his house is in order and everything is running smoothly. You can bet his #1 priority will be his family's security and happiness. You won't have to worry about debts or childish behavior from this guy. He will definitely always look you in the eye when you talk to him and will actually listen to you. He also manages his money incredibly well. Shingo's a firm believer in tough love though and his tsukkomi is feared far and wide, so you better look sharp or if you're acting foolish, Shingo just might give you a smack on the head! All in all though, Shingo would be the guy most girls dream about having. Including you.

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Sento già i commentini schifati di qualcuno... *Chiara in primis, che lo chiama gorilla! *___*
Ma giuro che non ho taroccato nulla di nulla. ^___^

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Okay, let's leave something useful to the community, and today being the birthday of the long-haired little heart, aka Sato Takeru and, having arrived yesterday pamphletto his youth (not that old and now ... well, this is sore point ... ) ...
I leave a few images that I photographed directly from the gem here appropinquato. > __ \u0026lt;
* I apologize for the poor quality but I've done in the evening and did not want to crease too ...*


For HQ scan Feast this giant Linkon , uploaded by an unknown benefactor who also has posted on her LJ!

What Happened To Barbie Kelly

All hail the new flesh!

As I was walking up the stair I met a
Man Who Was not There.
He Was not there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd stay away.


Obviously I'm throwing in my reckless way "the last days here." As if they were worth something regardless, I would say. As if then it is necessary to enhance them in some way, one might think.
But the truth is that all this waiting, preparing, greetings, attempts to imagine what will happen once there, is nothing but a pile of nonsense puerile, seedy stagings made up for an audience not reached. I still do not prove anything, as if all this was happening to someone else, not even someone I know or think I'm sympathetic, frankly. It is like seeing a neighbor, one in which over the years has never received more than a greeting, a smile of circumstance in the cold of the morning to pack up and go away. Enjoy your trip, as you did the last name?, Ah fuck, they just raised the plate.
I believe they are not here for a while ', now. Someone has taken my place, maybe this is the same that has a prepaid card in the name mio, ci ha messo dentro dei soldi, mi ha acquistato il biglietto e poi se l’è filata. Non che la cosa mi dia fastidio, in fondo, però poteva almeno chiedermi che ne pensavo.
Comunque sia.
Io non sono qui da un bel pezzo, ma davvero non so dire dove mi trovi ora. Se c’è qualcosa di simile al Limbo credo di esserci cascato dentro, e potrei anche essermi fracassato il bacino nella caduta, perché trascinarmi da una parte all’altra è davvero difficile, ed è uno sforzo inutile. Avete presente quando, nel pieno del sonno, vi svegliate all’improvviso ma non siete spaventati da un incubo, né vi è venuta in mente qualche idea geniale o vi siete ricordati qualche scadenza (generalmente fabbricata immediately before and justified by distant memories, which are also just born), but simply open your eyes, his brow furrowed, and you wonder "who is who called me?" or "So I was saying?" and , although there has of course no one called, stay for several hours are filled with unpleasant sense that something escapes you? To me it happens for days, sometimes even three hundred and sixty in a row. The last time it was deadly.
I woke up the oldest of whom I respect a number of years between 3 and 4, and was considerably dumber, uglier, more insignificant and boring, a real sick. Even worse, when they wake up I was not even in my bed I was in my car, stopped, and I was in the passenger seat.
For some moments I did not hear anything outside of that unpleasant feeling of incompleteness and discomfort, I looked around, then I looked at my hands. I touched his face and neck.
The girl next to me crying and repeating her voice hoarse excuse excuse excuse to avoid looking at me, her head swayed by reviewing me and the steering wheel, steering wheel and me. The car against which we came, confused eyes passed slowly by me to the girl, the girl in me. People on the street shortened and slowed down the steps, then turned defiant in our direction, waiting. The first thoughts of
I pierced my mind was, more or less: "too bad it did not hurt, such a golden opportunity would have required a scar commemorative"
So while the poor continued to chant the clumsy apology, for a moment I was losing completely, following a chain of confused thoughts and deadly. Back at the June 5, 2002, for another of those memorable days in their sumptuous sadness, mornings as swollen bellies pregnant with deformed fetuses, full of possibilities opened up and let it close, optional steps on landings unsafe collapsing while you're still there watching and assess, as the mezzeseghe who you are and you will be forever, whether it is the case of pass or not. That morning, extraordinarily rich in ideas that, like any good sediciassettenne, gathered in real time for writing phony mythology of my two-bit, it seemed so worthy of eternal memory, I decided to make permanent, if not pain, at least his memory. So, with an excuse, defied my Compagnucci of raids to shut down on a lit cigarette, and their obvious refusal I did the same, own. Procrastinai long in order to obtain from their disbelief and ridicule, so I could first feel morally obliged to honor my commitments (under penalty of loss of face), and secondly to make him angry enough with expression charged with contempt and can print on the face. I lifted the sleeve on the butt and calcai 10 cm further down on my wrist, to burn all the skin and you get to the flesh. The moment was a nice feeling, the pain was so strong (so I remember it, or so they told me they are, who knows) to cause the brain to shed copious amounts of endorphins to calm him down, and then for a minute or two was a real party to my senses and my ego, gratified by the gaping mouths of my boyfriends and girlfriends. Okay then, the free ride ended quickly, certainly well before the end of my moral obligation to maintain the same victorious expression on his face. That day, incidentally, I met very a person who later turned out to be a key figure in my development (interrupting, in effect, and making me a teenager VND), and I mean after my self-inflicted torture. What a terrific insight.
A fool may ask then: I would have never met if I had not burned his arm?; The I burned my arm just before meeting her, has perhaps helped to create in me a series of unrealistic expectations, which have post filled with predestination our meeting?; The eternal burning could have made a "key figure in my development" any other girl I had been presented that day?; Moccia But I saw how I do it?
And so on.

So, here you go back to the car. After all this I'm still sitting there, unable to take matters in hand, looking around like an idiot and wondering what the hell am I doing there, almost 24 year old, without a penny or something in my hand, without an idea, without any conceived to design and then put in place (or at least well underway) and, most importantly, in my mother's car, smashed, while a person who barely know is in the driving seat with my permission.
The last part is tolerable after all, once you admit you have been, at the moment, just a reckless jerk. But if it adds to the first, well, becomes a sensation pretty shocking. Thus softened
idea of death has found its way inside my head. Whatever this might seem more bearable at the moment, so I tried to imagine how it would feel to know that he must die soon, say after a month. Close your outstanding bills, address conflicts, you shameless outbursts with those who made you angry, and who knows what else. Die so it seemed a very good idea, especially the hassle of physical pain that cancer brings with it along with the countdown. Just think 'what would your emotional past few days, so full of revelry, blowjob obtained mercy of people who want to share time with you.
And yet, here I am, completely indifferent to everything, it seems, is happening to me. No one has a great desire to celebrate, among other things, because it is a periodaccio for all. The arguments are there and I vent, yes, but in general they think, rightly, that I am a psychopath in a fist fight with some dragon in your head. And no women, nor pity, nor anger, nor for love. The girl in the car, perhaps foolishly hoped to ingratiate himself with the granting of a ride, now it rose by guilt, and this makes every day more miserable, rude, impatient. The worst thing that can happen to a person is suffering and not be wrong the heart to punish him severely: he lost his only chance to get some revenge and with respect for the offender. The one with which he has maintained a decent relationship, and that mysteriously I have avoided for months, does not want to meet me. Can not see me before leaving, he says, because the upset the precarious peace of mind, if I stayed here because we do not think twice but now that it is not logical and we also ferirebbe just because of that other do not care but it is a nice guy and does not deserve a double game, not a fleeting encounter which does not follow anything except nostalgia, regret, and who knows what else. And that, right? It has, has. If you do not even think None of this, it would be so full of common sense and determination to really convince me. Never have I wanted so much deliberately break your heart to someone, introduce myself on purpose to see the tears streak her face. It would be nice.
But I will not, as I will not do many other things, and I'll be here just to waste time until Tuesday like a damn fool, to call "death" a fucking trip, to pick up anything that human I planted in these years of social torpor in appearing confident and groped all solar so as not to alarm apprehensive relatives, who from time to time grant for a quiet life to give me some junk essential for a trip, as suitcases, pajamas, slippers, toothbrush, money, valuable advice, recommendations sincere, wool scarves, when in the end, despite appearances, everything you need to take a trip is the icy consciousness of having failed, a dry thud of the ceramic process, the will to burn the flesh of the new reform allowing old around the scar.

Basically there are many differences between those who have had thousands of possibilities to choose from and has wasted all, and who has never had any. The first condition may be a more subtle form of the second, after all. Maybe, without resorting to the destiny, it is so for all.

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"A sweet trail of gunpowder that turns dreams into hands cut off."

beginning to realize that something really wrong with you, when you're angry at the sight of death roberto "Half of Two-Face gear multiplied by two" cota expressing his views on what is ethical to do the rubble of Eluana newscasts on 3 in a row, and when you are viewing furious camera movements, of course, from the bottom and the wick effect on fallow fields and rusty scrap metal (otherwise the mongoloid in front of the TV does not grasp that we are talking about slums and violence (*)) in each service on rapes, and when you get up from the table, close your eyes and run for home while you beat on the ears when you hear the screaming BABABABAABABA most sensational scandal of the republic , " the archive of Dr. Jenkins," we were not even talking about a USB key containing a complete backup of your subconscious Andreotti. Then instead of within ten days you smash the car, I collapsed a wall in the courtyard, meet on the street an asshole Scirocco that has waited three full years for death threats and you can get by in conversation, and it does not seem to touch at all.
just that it's not easy to see what the problem is. Addressing the bitter pricks of life with a certain detachment, after all, brings considerable benefits in terms of clarity and coldness. What I can not understand is why I become a I hate that growling beast in the face of bad faith, the vulgarity, the insolence, and indifference to the cruelty and fascist idiot that I am banging my fellow countrymen in the face on TV every fucking day, while all that the "real life" (tsk! ) is able to provoke and a moment of surprise bunt, a vague discomfort: a little puff ', swear two or three times, then just a hop and shake, the bird back into the draw. Can not be normal, I think, that coexist in the everyday apathy and anger when, for example, discussions of regional elections to be held here in ten days (**).

Then just put some thought into writing puts me in alarm. Wait, damn, I like the vague impression that he thought a huge shit, but I am not yet clear why.
After having slept on, I realize that-cock, the problem is right here! But it is not my problem, but that's a bit 'all the others were persuaded, or-who knows? - Maybe they did it all by themselves, that their privacy has some useless objective importance, the little dramas they face every day and deflect, even minimally, the routine from its natural course, are really the only things that count in the world. Because each one of us is special and unique, each has produced a list of little things in life that is to appreciate just convinced him, in that order and that particular combination, we are all full of little idiosyncrasies that make us an army of small wetlands Amélie smile maliziosetto, each with its own spoon in hand, ready to break the crust of crème brûlée our and greedily guzzling semen flavored AIDS below. The rest of the fuck, who the hell cares if something happens outside the walls of the house, hey, just a drop in the rain, of course, but I crash to the ground at an angle of my own and I just hit exactly Then the sidewalk! The questions of principle pale in comparison to the miracle of predestination, the design God brought me here and now to cry in front of the paper mark along with the eyebrows and hopes were unrealistic.
Why has this way of perceiving things, not mine, the problem myself, living in such a context, I would unconsciously out of the norm when I can not give all this shit paramount importance to the four that have occurred in these days, or if I can not morbid attachment to people (or ideas) just because time has passed, any time together, especially if I find the mere fact of belonging to the same species a compelling reason to deploy a handful " respect "and" understanding "on a bunch of ignorant bastards cowards, ready to trade the freedom and beauty in the world for the momentary rush of warmth and joy afforded by being together, all in the same place at the same time, to do the same thing, whatever it is. Applauding
. Pray. Protest. Pray in protest. Indignant. Throwing stones against rapists. Throwing money to the thieves. To soften some cases, particularly touching.
Well, go fuck off, all together enthusiastically: I do not enjoy even more of Discharge mosh at concerts because of you, do not come looking for respect and understanding myself. It is as if you have cauterized my taste buds and devastated the smell, do not try more flavor. I also
I sometimes get carried by the heat of the moment, I sometimes I speak with the penis, I often speak without thinking. Just do not do a pride of my instincts from the cave man, I do not think that any manifestation of my stupidity is still worthy of respect and worthy of other people, not proudly waving the banner of irrationality playing the emotional charge of the wave against the armies of common sense, but most do not believe that the most infamous among my feelings are, however, as mine, fucking medal to pin to his chest, just like I do not believe the shit and piss laudable expressions of the human spirit. In fact, I think that only the excess this fucking comes to us from the emotional abyss, but then, tsk, no one has listened to Silver Surfer.
I do not say anything to suppress, much less the piss and shit, for charity, but is a claim too much to expect that piss and shit you leave out certain questions?

I, and I mean really, I do not know who to talk to, and as time goes by I do not have anything interesting to say about anything. Maybe it's the lack of training. Any discussion must always shit at some point, and patience so far, but this point is reached earlier and earlier in the discussion, as time goes on. Maybe it is my fault do not hide shit really as speaker, but I do not speak only of the topics that I'm involved, I like that idea is a sort of general trend, as if each ricostruisse in his daily life is typical of a clash on Ballarò and leads to door. And so goes the desire to discuss, but then what the fuck you want to talk, none of our business, we do not care a saw, why fight because of them, so you know how it goes, open another beer, sticky another leek, suck a little more 'my dick and we're all quiet. I can not even blame anyone in particular, in fact I have the impression that the people with whom I am most angry is young and naive of me. It seems to be surrounded by fifteen, actually. It's like groped snatch of an old, but it reacts and hits you. Get berlusconi, how do you put the old one? It is always tanned and speaks like a young 80 years of rampant, ignites the crowd with tones and offers a futuristic imaginary, from topical Tolkien described as the county, inhabited by a quiet but serious danger ' external invasion, indicates as a goal a popular television Sistine Chapel of good hard-working housewives and smiling, young hopeful and good industrial production, served with reverence and respect by Negretti brightness and color. Christ, how can you beat it?
The old evil must be rotten, ugly, surly, full of secrets, talking with a twisted, they must do to seduce you with their noble and devious! But these old now, which places them (excluding as a solution "to abandon a barge off the coast of the North Sea, to be given following the fire")? Leave you dumbfounded, because they are vulgar, violent, millions all around and I am furious because "they broke my dick." Foaming and completely devoid of any moral principle that is not summed up in "do not bother the balls I do on my own and you go away fuck off" when they touch certain issues are completely indistinguishable from one the other, whatever the preacher who decide to cheer. Above all, they are indistinguishable from their children and grandchildren. Speak with a Berlusconi of 70 years, with a cricket fanatic of 20, with a League of 40, and you hear them speak with the same tone, set the speech the same way, and it is also unnecessary counter, you can not reason with him or them in trouble, at best you can confuse them as you do with cats. O andargli him with the car, as you do with cats. Fuck fuck sti
moderate, were better beams and Marxist-Leninists .

honestly do not know what conclusion can have this conversation, I really can not articulate my ideas about the country, Sardinia, in recent days. Every time I try to focus my point of view I completely lose objectivity, every attempt at analysis becomes a curse, just like any attempt at dialogue leads to brawl. I
Italy is doing really bad lately. Sardinia, then, will not speak. With the air that I need to change, the idea of purchasing a few days ago The Ticket reassures me to know how to have some more 'of oxygen in the tank, as I observe the reflections of the sun dancing 20 feet above me, on the surface of 'water.
I'm going to shoot at the Cats, shouting outside my window.

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(*) is something to which I have thought several times, but clichés are born like this from where? It was devised at a desk, took him to a movie, have appointed a special study of British scientists to determine which camera movement inspired by the public from the atmosphere murky and dreary "drama of a gang rape," What ? You can manipulate just the immediate, the brain of the Italians? What if you could, you could not convince them, all 60 million, to be of lemmings?

(**) I've also tried to write a post on ugo hats and its horrible, ridiculous, disgraceful campaign, but each When I block. It is a miserable and squalid affair so that I can hardly even focus on my point of view. Every time I think that that useless dick (which until a few days ago was accompanied by the silent rallies godfather) becomes ruler of this island sucks, well, it breaks my heart. I do not hate this place so much.