Days of shit and we wash them in a bathrobe without ever. Days of wrong predictions of whores and mini-golf, while posters of Pd flood the city, say they now can choose us. Only us who would choose where we'll go when we leave, to watch again Barry Lindon and enjoy immortality who can give us.
Where shall we go on the tram if Bologna is one of thirty years ago? My diary is full of pages that tell of fertility is that first I was optimistic, but now I just trust the labels on products at the supermarket.
Days of bad teachers and extinct volcanoes on the "every man for himself", monolithic blocks of monotonous and Madonna who swear by the sun contractions of facial muscles. I blame everything that moves is because if I move myself. You say you do not care of suicide for love, you want to be a musician even if you've ever played. The dispatches diplomats distract us, the posters of Ben Ali in Tunis that I saw in you a little story seems to affect you.
Days of shit were those in which the desert storm threatened my preadolescence media. Days of shit are those which are incumbent now with their excellent defenestration making more and more memory as the coal: it will keep for millions of years is intended to burn in seconds.
We just have to decide how the chapter: Teach me to do it with dignity, as you did that time when your contract without hesitation strappasti indefinitely drunk. Teach me to do it, do it before you.
Where shall we go on the tram if Bologna is one of thirty years ago? My diary is full of pages that tell of fertility is that first I was optimistic, but now I just trust the labels on products at the supermarket.
Days of bad teachers and extinct volcanoes on the "every man for himself", monolithic blocks of monotonous and Madonna who swear by the sun contractions of facial muscles. I blame everything that moves is because if I move myself. You say you do not care of suicide for love, you want to be a musician even if you've ever played. The dispatches diplomats distract us, the posters of Ben Ali in Tunis that I saw in you a little story seems to affect you.
Days of shit were those in which the desert storm threatened my preadolescence media. Days of shit are those which are incumbent now with their excellent defenestration making more and more memory as the coal: it will keep for millions of years is intended to burn in seconds.
We just have to decide how the chapter: Teach me to do it with dignity, as you did that time when your contract without hesitation strappasti indefinitely drunk. Teach me to do it, do it before you.
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