Captain heavy days, right?
But a cease-fire, half smile, a phone call, a nice email, sometimes act as a counterweight.
that day no. All black, unpleasant, even my back was screaming random, I was disabled and in fact I ignored the dust, the disorder, the brothel in order to explain the status of these miles of home that I find myself. Every time I beat her on the keys to the news I found a pattern of angry black Marchionne (but what is on my ass that be unfortunate), the nano (but here is pure hatred), D'Alemik which explains the rava and beans on her, however, decent clothing I put on a sad ... The pope and external bullshit ... so that only an idiot would agree to stay calm, no?
But the real bang, the thing for which I blew up the heart, was the death of my baby in Bologna.
are known not to be very tender with humans, they are honest to the bone right now, I do not make easily soften by children, I have this gift of seeing them already grown to split the balls and become vile crap consumers of sign, junk food and, above all thanks to my parallel activities, discovering the brutal cruelty to animals ... But the baby had just
born in fat and generous (oh yeah?) Bologna and died of cold and starvation in the midst of people coming and going, eg 'their dicks, as only beings unicellurari are blind, with nothing in their complaint that the membership to mankind. Protozoa, paramecium, amoeba, piles of shit.
My grandmother used to say "pieces of meat with eyes."
Grandma, even these eyes had
... I cried with anger, grief, helplessness.
It takes so little to help this family! Bologna, a city that I loved so much ... now that sucks!
But the little ladies of St. Vincent, those knitted flat out "for children just" do not have a branch in Bologna? But fuck you too to them, it should be '.
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