Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Burning Sensation In Ear And Acid Reflux

occheibella.


Son destroyed.
I'm standing, really. Son
two days that my legs do not stop shaking and I have not quite determined if the matter or bother me after all I like. Before
impatience, then the pogo, cold and fatigue.
Occhei, perhaps even the size 36 shoes. These are 21:42
is halloween. Meta
Valverde. Meta
quiet.
Obviously we came out too early and obviously makes a chill cat.
Here you roll all the straw, I'm always the one who does not smoke and always the only balls that turn to the stranger comes to ask for a light.
Look, I'm sorry, just do not smoke.
Inside is a heat wave. Almost
preferred the cold cat, yes. There
hoarding of chairs, beer in hand.
People who arrives, sits down and attack button. It
they say random things, do not even remember well, only this tall blonde with lots of glasses which I steal a glass of wine, twice.
And a friend of his that makes us the big picture with the camera.
And another that says that everything is due to the math, every behavior, every feeling.
The sensible thing is to convince and finish well. The
Ilaria not. The Ilaria smokes his cigarette and says
No, I just can not believe it. By Ilaria
well spoken, people are talking about. It has a beautiful head, turn the right way.
Descending just in time and I can sit in the front row, strategically to the side. In pogo
there I just want to finish.
sooner said than done. The first three notes
Zatti ago and stage diving.
on me. Part I
a contact lens and all night I see a little 'fuzzy and a little' no, as if it were not enough alcohol and anxiety.
sweat like animals, eaves. And 'hot shit. And the pogo is unspeakable.
singing loudly, in fact today I have no voice. I
a concert so I'll dream the night, clear.
all of a sudden I find myself writing the arms and back. With the indelible
.
Yes mom, I go to sleep by Giorgia, we watch a film and go to bed. Yes

We move through the streets of Furla, deserted.
Not even the children.
ok, are three in the morning.
We stop at the Abbey, we are, we drink.
speak with a surrogate of Robert Smith.
Others talk, I will do my cocks at the moment. Are the four
emmezza.
Let's go to Richard.
go to sleep, go.
not really nobody sleeps up to 6. It
they say random things to change.
Occhei beautiful.
Grab a blanket and hold me close, the bed was incredibly uncomfortable.
Son and the seven emmezza me sleep. Son
eight emmezza and I'm awake.
Richi, I'm hungry.
We have breakfast, watch the TV home shopping in a speech just is not sensible to anyone. Then yesterday I had
Magone, on my own, so I kept my eyes closed and I slept, which I served.
And I wanted quiet.
Sbarbaggine my boundless.


design up there I have it on my arm, made me Michael, the young wine.

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