saints lined up for the rest of twenty-three Enterogermina for all, Santa has arrived Naval Academy. For some '. For me it is already dead, or something like that, but I do not care to know. "Do not You Want to know how we keep starting fires?" this is a question intelligIente. But not dislunghiamoci. Besides, life is covered in chronological order. Necessarily? Blessed is the anti-me that is removed from the boxes to the death, so we do not think more. Argh. I want a taco. Under the heel. Ah-a. I'm the king of the world!
Dialogue We want dialogue. Insurance. Why in 15 years of dialogue there was too much. Maybe I should define a different monologue, but scadrei banal. Then if we consider that those who want the dialogue is he (or she ....) that dialectical logic has changed, then it's like trying to play the Mad Hatter with sollogismi. The rabbit is crazy leap, the sunsets are puppets to remove Saddam Hussein is alive. There. No no. No dialogue. "Dirty Communists Antitutto anti-liberal anti-democratic." No, not that I do not want the dialogue is because I am an SCAA Mh, how to explain.
Assume:
a child is kidnapped. The kidnapper says: If you give me 1 million euro kill him. The family decides to talk, and reach a mediation. The kidnapper gets € 999,999.99, in exchange for not killing the child. But do not return it.
Here the concept is this. I know you're too much a son of Troy to understand, small Aeneas. I know you think that after you save the child and the family is happy because it dies, and that in the end is inevitable, that if you give up the only dialogue that we have lost family members, and therefore it is better to talk. But in exchange for a criminal has it won. A criminal who never misses a chance to say that the baby smell, that the mother is a whore who the father is ipodotato that police investigating the case is a bunch of drunks, which in fact he has not kidnapped anyone, but is the child who came to him, that he really did not want to do that job there, but they are 15 years for others to oblige ... But if you place to talk about horses do not believe him: it is a hoax.
art work: CHAI SHOP. a taste of paradise! GREETINGS FROM SATURN 
Altolia This is an appeal. Un'appello to all those who have followed the story to each other (ie each other, not in Vicenza) told by journalists to politicians, from politicians to bishops, bishops dowsers and diviners dumb dumb journalists, which, however, not understanding the language of gestures are left to guess and then they told us everything. We do. Here are all but forgotten for some time. They have all forgotten what scarring the image of a community has brought another, and to injury, the insult was not even mentioned (I do not say Minzolini) by any serious journalist (and it is clear that I do not mean Minzolini) . Imagine, be exploited for sinister action and without moral principles (but perhaps with principals moral or immoral) and be thrown (with all that implies) on one face of the can. For this launch this appeal (scansatevi). Out of respect to all the statues (including the MSI-Movement-Statuettes Italian Community Party at PCDI-Icons-and-Society SSSS furnishings meaningless) to restore the dignity of all those statues which has been stripped of dignity (and whose prices have gone up) who have not received any hint of apology, nor even signs of solidarity. Therefore I greet all the domes, the gondolas, the David, the Colosseum, the Parthenon, the amphitheatres, all with snow domes, arches of triumph, the statue of liberty (etc.) that are following us home. And a Special thanks to the initiative tomatoes overexcited. [... Promoters of the aforementioned ... Ndt]
Is not it ironic.? Is not it ironic that after several months that I do not write anything more on this virtual space between a quantity of x 1 and y 0, z and another quantity of 1 and a k 0, do it just sitting on the vigiGlia Nachele of Vater? No I do not think ironic, I think even that is due and appropinquatamente suitable. But do not spoil the Christmas spirit with conjectures frozen. We savor the aromas that gives us the party ... mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhh haaaaa. I forgot that I was on the toilet, but oh well so what do you want it, the whole nature. Oh I forgot: I did not forgot to forget. Oh I forgot. Here it is okay, completed the farce dialectology compared to the daily routine I can get to push forward my life striving to be happy and expelling what I want I do not belong. Always hoping it would never end toilet paper.
