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Wednesday, 31 August 2005 IT DOES NOT REMAIN to ME THAT TO DREAM to eyes opened on the divano because if I close them I have terrible nighmares.... today I was designing a horse and I thought that was disgusting nevertheless I went me ahead of fotto to even make a job a lot well gliene fotte I do not haul to nobody, and then have decided to exit in order not to feel more the heart trafitto from a pain of along thinnest dagger that is entering in me in my last silenti stars of turchini and all the blood trabocca while I head with the sabot I gild towards the GS to buy the truss of the stiticona post mortem and the cream of vecchiaccia rugosa that it wants to smooth the freeways on the gote satisfied the toll to the mattino I have the traffic control posts also in the nose in the tunnels of the sanbernardo of the saint one bernardino in the frejus and then I watch the special offered ones are boxer from man disappears stoppers to you for open bidets ventisei crushed hygienic papers formed convenience pigiati coils the $parmesan is ended the cocacola I go up on the scale boiafaus I succeed some to snatch 4 pet roba not for dwaries.... Foti had telephoned to me in the afternoon; WHAT ARE U GOING TO TELL ME STORYS , MY BEAUTIFUL? --- I will not never give it to him, because of beautiful I do not have nothing to tell to you and if I let to sweep from a beast weird as you then I thread my poor head whitened dantirughe in anticrittogammico unpleasant antechamber and missparo I HOPE. I have the past due butter. I have eaten a rice to the butter rancido. WHAT ME STORYS OF BEAUTIFUL? we go ourselves to take a caffettino. Foti, fuck u. I could not not mark a note on your forehead, type: hours 15: vaselina oil. Mission Impossible. And I return to house with the stopper of the bidet coll' activia fibers glue cat coke with the wiskas for the old one without renal calculations, for the small Eric the red cat one there am. I give to small pieces of my heart in order to nourish him and while king me ago I go some? Flight via from this world, where Foti does not exist my brother-in-law does not exist the full star sky turchino that laughs and of sabot I gild where I can be knot with the orecchini and to paint me the hairs of the cunt I gild and to laugh with the teeth I gild and to tighten the small body of Eric and to cry finally on cloud of the afterlife to quiquoqua.....ansimo the here light one, recommences to smoke? I recommence not to eat? I recommence to drug to me? I recommence makes the flebo me? Who will take to cure of me..... my small sick angel.....ce goes some via I and it this night to watch stars to speak with the angels.... is all dead men...everybody have died... I cannot cannot cannot live so unhappy...... TAVERNELLO INVITES TO REFLECT
Monday, 29 August 2005
Kleiner Knabe
Hat man mich gestraft,
Halt ich meinen Mund,
Weine mich in Schlaf,
Wache auf gesund.
Hat man mich gestraft,
Heißt man mich den Kleinen,
Will ich nicht mehr weinen,
Lache mich in Schlaf.
Große Leute sterben,
Onkel, Großpapa,
Aber ich, ich bleibe
Immer, immer da.
(Hermann Hesse)
Saturday, 27 August 2005
God as I love to you In the sky the clouds pass that go towards the sea, seem handkerchiefs white men who greet our love. God, as I love to you! It is not possible to have between the arms much happiness. To kiss yours labbra that they smell of wind, we two sweethearts, like nobody to the world. God, as I love to you! Me vien to cry, in all my life I have not never tried a good therefore beloved, a true good therefore... Who can stop the river that runs towards the sea... the rondini in the sky that goes towards the sun? Who can change the love, the love mine for you? God, as I love to you! God, as I love to you! .
Saturday, 20 August 2005
LE CHOCOLAT CHAUD. Une tasse de chocolat bouillant était dans sa tasse de porcelaine Richard Ginori blanche et bleue à attendre d'être servie de l'esclave allemande Gertrud, qui était en corridio à converser à cellulaire avec son fiancè autrichiens cousin de l'inspecteur Derrick (den seinen österreichischen fiancèvettern des Derrickkranprüfers war), certes Willelm Horst. Il, le fiancè, était allé à Cologne en Allemagne (Kolonie en Deutschland) pour voir la Papa Bénit XVI (um Papst Benedict zu sehen XVI gegangen) et nous demander de lui faire tourner les doigts des pieds qui avaient perdu dans une tagliola lorsque il cherchait à voler le zucche à sa m3mé paternelle. Mais en tournant à la tasse avec la chaude liquama en chaleur ; il, le chocolat, était un peu nerveux. Ère n'emploie pas attendre, et pendant qu'il attendait avait remarqué sur la soucoupe front spizio, un vigoureux savoiardo beau ritto et avec la couleur chaude du four... anche il à dire le vrai, elle l'avait remarquée, et en effet même il était impaziente de faire sa connaissance charnelle. Lorsque c'est-à-dire les petits doigts secs d'une noble vegliarda, l'arciduchessa Elisabetta De Savoiard, il l'aurait pucciato avec garbo dans la tasse de ciccolata chaude, et indiens si l'elle serait enfilée dans la petite bouche schiusa... et lui il aurait joui bien deux fois !! dans l'être pénétré tout dans ce lac bouillant et parfumé, avec laquelle on aurait uni dans un simple gioviale primitivo connubbio, indiens piscia, aurait été prise en main d'- seppur vegliarda - très belle nobildonna colle crocchia rouge feu qui environ un siècle fait avait inspirato célèbre biddore - etciù.. de je veux barlare... eeeeetciùù - Gustav Klimt nel je retraite 'Danae '(1904 environ), et de ce temps il conservait encore quelques molaires, beaucoup de cheveux teints, la pelle et prune qui - comme on sait - sèche, mais ne meurt pas, au contraire il devient utile en caso de stipsi obstiné. Mais Gertrud s'acharnait avec son mâle austro ungarico et il lui demandait 'portes-me dell"acqua de Cologne, amore ! Je veux flairer la sapore della langue del Papa portes-me son nectar !!!"- Et il il lui disait que ne savait pas où mettre l'eau bêni, wo man das heilige Wasser, santodio, mais ils vendront les bouteilles non ?, GARU'LE ? ! Mais il était un pò touche et il n'avait non aucune veus nous porter lacua à elle, ainsi il pense nous porter de la Lurisia de GS ficcata dans un sachet du pesce rouge pendant qu'il allait jouer au tir à marque pendant veille Saint qui s'preannonçait longue et casse-pieds. Il avait le Zainetto du pèlerin et pouvait sont tranquilles même sur le zerbino dell vieille Cattedrale de Cologne sans mourir de faim qui dans y erano quelques hosties - die hautes Kathedrale der Kolonie aussen zum Würfel des Hungers -, du pansecco, un vinsanto, deux oeufs s'entend et un sparadrap anallergico avec crocifisso de plasticaccia jaune feinte ambre (qui ensuite Ambre se sont épousés Francesco Renga ou cohabitent dans le péché ?)... Je t'aime, dit l'esclave à lui, moi aussi, ossì sìì... KNOW HONEY - KENNEN SIE HONIG...... ICH LIEBE DICH.....ommi la ciuculata cauda, boiafaus ! Il pense chila..... Elle, le Gertrud s'éclaire d'immense. De coup il court en cuisine col chiappone serrées, avec la ciabatte defonseca made en china, et pose sur le plateau d'étain notre tasse de chocolat, soucoupe avec le savoiardo, un petit tovagliolino de dentelle blanche avec riccamate les initiales EDS et un ciuciarìn d'argent (petite cuiller -petite cuiller-teaspoon - Tee Löffel) -. se tombe de sa padronessa et frappe. Il entre et elle, l'Arciduchessa De Savoiard chuchote -"Bene, chère, maintenant tu vas aussi" - et soupire. Gertrud tourne en couloir et col le sien videotre Motorola, se bondit une videata entre les cuisses. Elle la lui envoie, qu'il y a le videofonino LG3 acheté entre les moutons en Sardaigne, et nous répète : portes-me l'eau saint, Giudabastard, que sein tu ne la vois plus. Auf Wiedersehen !
Friday, 12 August 2005
THE TRAVEL CLYSTER or THE ENEMA BAG. I have tried everything, also to eat SARATOGA prunes, I must absolutely go to my doctor... that spiritosamente touching my belly, says to me that I must go to the speleologo ahahah and deciphers the most serious archaeological situation of my womb. As in front the magic crystal ball of glass he describes the map of contained stones in my disgusting stomach illustrates me and with inorridita air he raises the fingers and he asks me to show the tongue.... OH!! GOD the TONGUE.... but CLEVER he has not already seen mine to it linguaccia patinated disgusting ributtante white woman and he is already deducing that I have a breath fetido dacché i'm full full of old stones, or, in order better to say I am in order to be declared PATRIMONY Of the HUMANITY which PROTECTED ARCHAEOLOGICAL.... HOSPITAL BELOVED MRS..YOU HAS IMMEDIATE NEED OF A ENTERCLISMA A CLYSTER An ENEMA bag...... Ohhddio... what's this?? E' the name for aim of the world.....he had said that I had need of an entire army of the salvation plus ten helicopters JUMBO plus George Bush with the rasate armpits and the emains sand bank of that decrepit one as soon as buried, that one rinco that it before made actor of Hollywood and then the president of the United States, as cazzo..ah Reagan... oh insomma... I go out from the doctor directed to the automatic teller in order to capture all my assets and to bring to me in pharmacy to acquire the entire equipment for the CLYSTER ENTEROCLISMA.... Obviously I go in a disowned pharmacy, at all I make to see that a delicate eterea us old young lady as me needs of similar a gross one marchingegno. However, in order to cut short, to enter and to say coughing I WOULD WANT a CLYSTER ENEROCLISMA seems already of being delinquenta....vorrei an entire pharmacy the entire case the entire family of your cousins STOP IF I DO NOT TALK NONSENSE. The druggist me door a mesto cardboard package with illustrated a thin woman years 50 that with its suitcase and small bag are in order to leave for the vacations and waits for it an car years ' 50, one tremendous scene but to way the its beautifulst one, and the written ENEMA BAG FOR TRAVEL... I haul is a thing that all to ferragosto are carried to Riccione Miami Beach Sicily, in the hotels to Palm Beach, to the Greek islands, Ischia and I me only carry to house? NOOO I must make a travel.... Shooting outside my Credit card and the druggist asks to me if I do not have EIGHT EURO.....ahahahh I haul a balance? A big deal affarone.. ..pago cash and I exit as a Greek spy with black glasses. _ arrival to house sgusciando like a herring, fast me slip into the bath, and see that be a beautiful innocuous big bag of plasticaccia blue with a tube and a pair of cannules, read the instruction, them execute, hang the marchingegno to a branch dry of a little tree pretend of petunie rose PANTONE 462, two liter of water lukewarm, make bubble, salt q.b. to throw the paste, baking 12 minuteren, to drain, to flavor to appeal to...... THE PLEASURE are all mine.... I lay on my bed without pants on the lettone, on a cloth from sea of Capital radio, glance at them alone, musichetta, I put thread the tube in the appropriate hole that I have between my ass whitest and I open the tap. ..I watch... COME OUT liquid MAGIC.....il from the blue bag it comes down and it enters in my panel of..potrei control ahahah...... what a joy... i could sing conversare in English with my fiancèe American, to give instructions to the italgas, to reserve a aladino telecom, to inform to me on the costs of activation ADSL.....ma I enjoy the vacations.....the tube is short for such a tall woman as me a meter and twentyeight, I must stretch my bottom towards the petunias... and if someone exceeded the meter and seventy? Perhaps it does not need of clyster enteroclisma.....forse the high persons are cachettiche or it gives the enteroclisma to us from I take a walk rather than from travel... boh.....bluk bluk.. ... they enter to me gommoni with 145 extracommunitarian ones, Paris by night, five ceci pito some alive... one task force one pass partout one tantum an amphora one governing Czech one nottola three centurioni roman a lepidottero thirteen hairs of architect a young person holden thirty gloves monouso a German fat woman a dying calabrian two pelicans one piuma ombrellino une plume and two soubrettes a last number of people with the life raft and finally the ticket gs with one hundred points smile. ... good bye mrs., today its modernized balance is of 3456 points. ..You have won to cryster for travel... ahahah and i laugh and while I laugh laughing and joking the belly is last an hour is one mongolfiera, I raise myself like in flight. ..oh not... AIUTO... la open window as MARY POPPINS I exit grabbed hold of to mine enteroclisma from travel...... and i flight...... i go in vacation in my quarter of shit.....in Greece, in Holland, in France, in Italy.....I fly with my football towards the ready aid. ..AIUTO HELP ME I have a clyster for travel...... an aid soon........ahia ahio ahi.....it's over...... I'm dying for laughing
Wednesday, 10 August 2005
APPARENTLY. Apparently fire noon. Fire midnight. There is no from mine you leave. I only. Faithful mineTwingo under house. Mine two cats. Of forehead all the locked windows. Of flank all piece of real estate. Of forehead on the courtyard nobody. My window on the courtyard. Every a lot flies one Moscow. Leaf falls one. It makes piscia a micio. Not even mosquitos, with the blood that I have nobody me ciuccia. Every much encounter vedova the De Tromboniis that goes to putting. Then it is buried to the return. I every a lot go to buy a syringe that I seem one toxic in order to shoot to the oil of vaselina to the hairy child or the antibiotic in mouth...... every a lot I see a light between the tapparelle locked someone is hidden behind. I know. Someone pretends of being to Loano. But it is here. It has fear makes to see squallido that to ferragosto s' arrabatta in sudato city ciabattone and. Like me From me. That honor. I by now son the carrying column of t' orino, rest with opened wide windows ignited lights tv musics cats telephones Me telephone alone, are chatted, sworn and canticchio I listen to the songs of Little Tony to all volume. And Fred Bongusto Finally I listen to Patty Pravo when it sang ' If I lose te' and I cry little. I son ciabattona with the lustrini gild. I have dressed of peak lisi blond hats like they spun like a doll dead woman who turns I never do not laugh while with the teaspoon it feed my rose-colored small fauce while with the teaspoon I make to leccare little to my red small of hair of yogurt while I watch myself to the spectral mirror but also gioviale I sorrido telephone to the 187 son only that I call from the itaglia forzaitaglia answer to me to fish getoffmybackyoumother and the recorded message says.... '... effettivamente there is much traffic and we have reason to think that the first free operator will answer R-appena.possibile, thanks.....' Acute deduction. I have reason to think that the first free operator does not exist. A bidet is made puts the fingers in the nose or a pippa but it will not answer, in fact... TUTUTUTUTUUUU you... you the six beautifulst one of the world, more cunt the plum of the earth the nectar of of i. The bill of 1854,63 euro han sent to me. those cacconi bullshit telecom Vado in not satisfied jail. The first free operator will pay he. In order to sleep I listen to in cap the songs of Claudius Baglioni, he is much beautiful... its son seems an angel... but God as they sing.... they cure the insomnia does not exist lagna a more boring the paparazzing would not resist wide awake beh I v' have I dictate mine, and you, coglioncini and not where I am? Hidden in tinello hill Persian down? And if pits the only one lives to this world? Or the only dead woman?
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