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??????????creative use?issimo the Macintosh design??issimo I draw very?????English and why I would have to kill?
PERCHE' ME And MY CAT DO NOT HAVE PIU' JOB And ARE DYING OF HUNGER ME AND MY RED CAT. (comfort and vettovaglie to
barrywhitebabe@hotmail.com)
thanks, grazie.......................................

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Tuesday, 07 September 2004
 


I WANT TO DROWN HOT INTO THE OIL WHILE I FRY AMONG THE STICKY FISH OF CAPTAIN FINDUS......... I do not want a healthy life is useless that my skeleton follows me so shy, I want to play to ping pong with mummies FUCK U ! I love yunk food laziness the smoke the alcool the drug thieves weirds misanthrops the atheists streptococchy pudding fat the swollen bellies of fat........I wanna frying my fingers I want to tear the eyes and to throw them in the polluted river I want to crush by my car against that one black cherokee I want to invite a pigeon without a leg to the most chic restaurant and schok around.....I wanna vomit river pearls - mother I come to take you with the hands knots to you I will dig off the earth that closes you and I will carry you to the sea, we go away, small white and black children small died hairy children died from years and never forgotten, I come to take you and I'll keep your exterminate bodies with my nails full of earth and tears, small boneses dolls, you are not worth less than me you are not worth less of the heart that beats full of life I spit in face to the life the crueler prank that could happen to me, come! I come away daddy too much time too much has passed by perhaps of you remains a sole of the shoes, those you were not on knots foot in the park when - like an axe - fuck u- the Death hited you ZAK killed u fuck u God I'll continue to scream it until you make me the gift of your victory, white skin white of shit, eyes that pour foam of anger and love damned eyes and strong and for living goddamn because fucku trembling horizon my full hands of bloody talent I have killed I have eaten the sleep my little secret love in your innocent eyes I see my end is too late to die

postato da biancaneve | 01:17 | comments
Thursday, 02 September 2004
 
The small cricket was making one pippetta. Race chestnut passed of lì one. It was all knot polishes visibly and depressed. In running it caracolla on the cricket that was coming and crushes it without mercy and without I lack to notice some. The cricket, plate like a piadina, remains a abashed Pò..... It is raised tremolando and it continued to smanettarsi..... finally it comes ansimando cri cri criiiii criiisto
postato da biancaneve | 03:02 | comments (1)