Saturday, August 7, 2010
Examples Of Monthly Counseling
Hookers in Parliament, the orchid
and falls on the bench
naval battles. Rimmel
old and helpless
dripping in sweat
of Ammuina intrusive.
minister opens his mouth on her knees waiting for the rider with the prostate
in flames.
and went to school to put a cross on
Calippo
matrons of Caesar.
What you see dear young
from that world
still warm and soft that you wanted to defend
in wealth and poverty.
Elections,
tale for men with hats,
games spring to avoid war and
Masaniello from Standa. Let me
a finger, a glimpse of Orange
launched in the mud to beautify the shit
overwhelmed by finding a friendly
:
could fly.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Vote Of Thankswedding
Elections Coast to Coca
Methadone holy, as I knew what to say
last
sniff of cocaine off wheels in the mud. My
woman staggers on deck and then falls
with garters and panties
in cold river. More
vast horizon of sea trembled
sleeping forced
forgotten on the beach
sabbatical from hiding
of Venus.
Tell me, have mercy,
speeds without fighting with anyone, will end the road.
The west and east ends in Italy soon.
Steel and compassion that rises
in the car, like a hunter who
afraid to leave the city or the grandmother who calls you
for the puncture.
But where are you in this August 2006
frocissimo
If I want to stop someone and ask him
how can you be happy. And as we were the first
to slaughter for 50 € coca.
now overtaking, the stomach is to scrape together a small
compromise with the world beyond
while fluttering a clear 'to
fag in the window from a terrace.
fucking wig.
Methadone holy, as I knew what to say
last
sniff of cocaine off wheels in the mud. My
woman staggers on deck and then falls
with garters and panties
in cold river. More
vast horizon of sea trembled
sleeping forced
forgotten on the beach
sabbatical from hiding
of Venus.
Tell me, have mercy,
speeds without fighting with anyone, will end the road.
The west and east ends in Italy soon.
Steel and compassion that rises
in the car, like a hunter who
afraid to leave the city or the grandmother who calls you
for the puncture.
But where are you in this August 2006
frocissimo
If I want to stop someone and ask him
how can you be happy. And as we were the first
to slaughter for 50 € coca.
now overtaking, the stomach is to scrape together a small
compromise with the world beyond
while fluttering a clear 'to
fag in the window from a terrace.
fucking wig.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Bra With Holes Milena Velba
The militiaman known
Savoy
not flog my children with the fervor of a stepfather
insecure that he had used the nurse
a table that already smokes.
Holocaust and there was already
that just do not smell of Pius IX.
The smell of the wind that separates the careers of an Executioner
from your
Cadorna drunk. More soldiers and Southern
with the mob and the priest pushes
crying. The nitrite is run
drawing his heels in mud
and groans of hunger hot
to memory.
was Piave, but heavy
ended in the tricolor was to separate us from the enemy
quiet of a speech
old, but the danger was you? And listen to what
Unknown
crying win and win.
Turn around to see this scale
white with muskets
full of ghosts and blood-stained bandages,
that has served this huge cemetery.
But now I see these troops
poker
sessions in bars to perform as the insane at the time of Socrates
on my grave
put us a name.
Savoy
not flog my children with the fervor of a stepfather
insecure that he had used the nurse
a table that already smokes.
Holocaust and there was already
that just do not smell of Pius IX.
The smell of the wind that separates the careers of an Executioner
from your
Cadorna drunk. More soldiers and Southern
with the mob and the priest pushes
crying. The nitrite is run
drawing his heels in mud
and groans of hunger hot
to memory.
was Piave, but heavy
ended in the tricolor was to separate us from the enemy
quiet of a speech
old, but the danger was you? And listen to what
Unknown
crying win and win.
Turn around to see this scale
white with muskets
full of ghosts and blood-stained bandages,
that has served this huge cemetery.
But now I see these troops
poker
sessions in bars to perform as the insane at the time of Socrates
on my grave
put us a name.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Laser Dinghy Sail Numbers
Share B. Back from a memory
Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting
magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornò of farts
in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these
mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished
have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.
Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting
magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornò of farts
in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these
mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished
have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.
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