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Friday, 27 May 2005

"Every morning when I wake up I experience an exquisite joy —the joy of being Salvador Dalí— and I ask myself in rapture, 'What wonderful things this Salvador Dalí is going to accomplish today?’" —Salvador Dalí.
Friday, 13 May 2005
THE BASKET OF SNAILS. A child piccolino ino had estino overflow of snails a there living - twenty, that he had captured same he in the small wood - etto. Piovuto a lot and the snails were all happily humid-de cocodé repeat with me - that they love humid and he then, the bastard small burn, it wanted to carry them to its mother in order to cook them lives in humid and to then suck them as they were escargot to the got to message for iù. At all noccioline neh. One had taken to a raffffreddore hours from that humid and every a lot risuonava a sonorous heehhhhetchiììuuuù......... All fierce it arrives to house with macabro the basket (you repeat 3 times) All fierce arrives to house with macabro the basket. All fierce it arrives to house with macabro the basket. And the porge to the hairy mother whom he had it glances at them of turtle: "Mother watches what - hetchiììu- has found!" the seccata mother says the small to its mother amma quattrocchia watches those enlivened basket and inorridita, urla: "But that it is testé a slaughter house ello? But who six you? Hitler " And motivating force sganasso an ace head of casso of its infreddolito child, takes it for the orecchie until making them it to become viola ola ola oop and it drags it in the cuccia uccia of the dead dog for a long time "For stanotte you sleep lì, and nothing supper! He sucks the bone, dog ane!" And if from there he returns to house with step svelto plates. The nazi small begins to pigolarehetchiììu then cries then grida. Then it irons and am-mammma-sight. Some dogs begin to ululare for eeehh hhetchiììuuuùmulazioneehhhhetchiììuuuù uuuuuuu. E' a chorus of bastards is late heehhhhetchiììuuuù... To some pigeons and we pass cacano on the head to the child ino. The child sgranocchia the bone and rode some latte teeth from. The mother sluice within the kitchen ina lurida, is giving to the enamel to nails of the feet with the plum sand bank to the wind canticchiando ' cannot itself be died dentro' of Beautiful Gianni... QUEL DOT TUUUUUUUU...... while the water olalallàà bubbles olè making bblblllllllllLLLLLLBLBLBLLLLLLLLL (chorus) and the snails swim within the dead women making scchhhhhhhh ssccchhhh (coretto) cry as only the snails know to make, in humid and scisciscivola she on uuuuuuuumido the vapor making ahi aiutiutiutiutiut (3 times) stick head TONKKKK (seam of drum) and under the bench crcrcrepa
Thursday, 12 May 2005
This beautiful Horse-girl is looking for a Cavalier....
Somebody interested?
Tuesday, 10 May 2005
FUCKU
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