Monday, June 30, 2008

Milena Velba Antique Tub

All'occorrenza soccorro


When I see people who feel bad for the road, I like doing this. Usually there is always someone who says. Is there a doctor? I. Here I am. I'm a doctor on these occasions. I'm not a doctor, and not even know which side you start to heal someone. But I like the idea of \u200b\u200btranquility that is formed on the face of people. Then, as he was trained as usual crowd of onlookers for a moment I walk away with the excuse to call a colleague who does not respond needless to say, because I have no medical colleague, since I'm not a doctor. I suggest only to keep the feet up to the old man who collapsed.
This is one thing I know. The know it all. But I do the part. And I believe me.
then I guess the person I have assisted worse when he comes home at all. That the next time I'll be there. Mica coincidences always coincide. Like the "soccorrenze" need when they want them.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

How To Change Your Name On Poptropica

Manco Today


This morning I discover that there is a program of Mediolanum Channel (sic) where they dei provini per cercare "attori" che presentino un programma sul teatro. E fin qui tutto bene. Ma come nel film "L'odio" il peggio deve ancora arrivare. Sento che la vocina che staziona dentro di me, che in certi frangenti assomiglia piu' che altro ad un coro greco, mi spinge a non farlo. No. Non cedere. Manda quella mail , sistema quegli appunti che devi mandare sul soggetto; e invece no, voglio proprio compiere il mio naturale esercizio di voyueurismo. Se c'è una cosa che non sopporto è la totale mancanza di capacità artistiche, la presunzione di saper recitare, cantare, ballare, scrivere. MI rendo conto che è un discorso accidioso, e per sua stessa ammissione spregevole, ma d'altra parte questo è il manifesto dell'acredine.
see 40 (or something) that unlucky candidates are scrambling to recite the monologues with no ability to interpret the same to me. The site says you have to vote for the best. That's right ... no no control there is no way to exercise dissent and net total. I will not look mediolanumchannel never in my life, but you can never say. Dogs like that make you come anger. Better to stay away. A ostentatious mediocrity scares me. The shame, and a subtle but persistent layer of awareness of its own maimed would be appreciated. Manco
them dogs. Really. My God I can not resist. As I look at other 3 and then stop. And the taste of the ancient and evergreen trash.

ps
clicking on the title of post you can see these hidden talents.
Prepare the antidote to anger, however. These are real dogs. With apologies to the original dogs.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Gujarati Lengha For Ladies

them dogs is worse. Better


Vecchiarelli 3 nice male perched in a gray area every morning. On the loan.

1 Today is worse
2 Yes, but Sunday.
3 Sunday then you went?
2 is a shadow Terracina I also melted a
Yes, but today is worse

break disturbing

2 In return we have spent little. But the first leg. 3
But however you who go to sea on Sunday. Go there first
1. 2
But not my home. E'di my daughter. It is always a
with that?
2 Si (going to add something, pretending to check a bill that obviously does not throw) 3
He's still with that asshole?
2 is not shit. Then there is her. Not me. But tell him
1.
2 Who? 1 A
your daughter. Tell him that is an asshole. With everything you have done for them.
(not specific, but 2 looks thoughtful. That is to say. ... Actually)
2 However, it is improved. 1
But today is worse. 2
today do not see it. Better
3.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Cute Butterfly Phrase

Amy is what will be waiting

I do not want to put pictures of Amy Winehouse. If one goes to hear the voice here is that the best thing one can hear these days.
On the web there are pictures of sites gossip depicting this genius, with no respect for the human being. They say that Amy will die soon. Probably not even come to take 25 years. If I had to explain to a child's talent, the concept of talent does not know what to do, I'm afraid that if I did read a book or watch a movie would not understand. Instead the music. Someone said that music says it all without mentioning anything.
I think Amy Winehouse could be the perfect example. Look Amy would say.
massacred, fragile, a victim of what his "wicked, wonderful world" has created. Like Cobain, Janis Joplin, as we said yesterday with my colleague, friend identitycrash . To me it hurts when they take off the talents of the scene. I already imagine what he would say later. There was talk of posterity, of being posthumously. and the conviction that to die for an artist is sometimes the only solution. Pero 'fuck Amy to sing you have to be alive. Then there are the music tracks on that one takes, however, that if the door after her.
In these days when I heard yet another sad news that concerned the Winehouse I told you that sooner or later I would see her sing live.
Drunk, with ketamine at hand, his nose split cocaine, yet with all his voice, suffering, heralding a suspended life, and lit up like a few other things. I would be there. All to blow air on the wounds. When the blood comes out it means you're alive. As long as you exit. The mother
Amy says that her daughter does not recognize it more, 'but he says it with the tenderness of a mother, knowing that someone has given, and someone off. It says so right? I am one of those who do not think you could save Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Tenco.
I believe that art begins and ends with the freedom of an act of salvation, and destructive at the same time. We can not do anything. I do not think that Amy thinks of Janis Joplin when they say that it ends up dying. In contrast to its is constantly besieged by cameras, zoom cameras, fans and even take a picture to sell some British tabloid, would sell a kidney. Amy is the wicked witch. Amy is the good fairy. Amy falls alone in the house. Amy wants children. A family. Amy breaks down and puts us into things that the only certainty. The vocal cords to which he clings. and which threatens to choke.
its genome will be broken glass on the skin, this will be his Russian Jewish mixture that destroys the heart. port of the signs that do not know hideouts. and begins to sing about it. for catharsis. Not to be that everyone will remember. No.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Pokemon Platinum Walk Through Walls




I like laundry. And I like to wait.
The waiting times in some places work better.
are used only coins that have value there. Yet they call them chips. You read the books because there are stories. Do not say you're reading a libro perchè sai...no, leggi una storia, che è diverso. Le molecole dentro sono pulite.
In questi posti sostanzialmente la gente è lievemente sorridente. Ce ne sono ancora poche a Roma, ma quelle che ci sono mi affascinano. Ogni volta mi chiedo cosa ho da far lavare di enormemente gigante, che mi spinga ad entrarci.
Mi viene in mente sempre l'anima. Anche se sono consapevole che non sia gigante. Niente affatto. Mi piacerebbe incontrare delle persone. Parlare di ciò che stanno leggendo.
Conversare in altre lingue. Come se la centrifuga ci rimescolasse i dittonghi. E premesse sul palato per far uscire le parole che non sappiamo come dire.

Intanto che aspetto cerco di fare il ciclo completo.
Da dentro si vede benissimo fuori.

L'altro giorno ho visto arrivare uno matto che voleva entrare nella lavatrice.
Aveva scelto un momento ideale. Perchè c'era un black out.
Diceva che dentro ci aveva lasciato una cosa di quando era piccolo lui.
Mi sembrava convincente. Io ci credo. Chissà le cose che mi ci sono perso dentro.

Se il ciclo di lavaggio fosse una specie di hula hoop temporale come la mettiamo?

Monday, June 9, 2008

Fotos Gratis Chelsea Charms

Laundry & Other 3 lives (at least)


L'altra sera alla libreria Giufà a San Lorenzo i tipi di Minimum fax hanno organizzato l'incontro con uno dei miei scrittori preferelli. Rick Moody. E' uscito il suo nuovo libro (Tre vite) appunto. Abbandonando la didascalia sfrenata diciamo che è stata one of those nights when you realize that the readings make sense if someone has things to say.
Moody is a great writer and his stories speak grinding and stuttering issues of things (I like it) There were various types of human beings. The Stancanelli in our country with his faithful dog in tow, I had already seen the most Lian 'times, now we are friends (with the dog of course). And then, Zadie Smith, who acted as introducer of the writer in New York. Zadie lives in our city with her husband (also a novelist, that Nick Laird, an Irishman from the colored pens that I recommend "The band of coffins" because it is the only released in Italy at our beliefs), returning to the words said by Moody I can think of things.
when he spoke of human pledged to have a drink so they do not realize that most 'metaphors. I believe that an effective and devastating description of what is happening here and now.
With that hat on his head, his voice breaking from the vocal cords yellowing of New York's ride with all the phonemes that concern, Rick Moody Cheever described as a more 'cerebral Swift a more' tied to reality, splashed a little less However, by Kurt Vonnegut. It was otherwise too. They talk about the role of the American novelist (and increasingly 'the New Yorker) post Sept. 11. It is said that the perfect novel on the subject has not yet been written, but the extreme romantic symbolic Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close) and those of Ken Kalfus more 'visionary salsa Cassavetes (One particular state of disorder) I have talked about how literature can deal with the tragic events and return the form of metaphor. So in those cases any drink could be lethal. You end up talking about life with irony that is perhaps the towers. Coming down 'with a crash. It is said that the ambiguity is necessary to writing. And I agree on everything. Moody's is also on the usual question of the guy with the cigar and Havana (still allowed to move freely) about 45, handsome alleged that I can imagine reading all the reviews, and then set the application background with the typical "I know things and are here just for me to say how much I look good "and Moody answered" yes ".
But now risen. Take a drink if you do not understand the metaphor.

So I set foot on the most 'of the island, set foot in the same place where the Italians, the same spot where they set foot on the Irish, the same spot where they set foot on Puerto Ricans, and now before us, because as long as they are rubble I do not care what's hot, we went inside, and as a desert sand and glass, glass in a landfill reduced by the flames, and I hear the voices, but now it's been a while, all those voices, layered one on top in their one hundred and fifty different languages, I can not distinguish none of this they say, I just say: Hey, it's about time someone listens to us. "