Andrew And Brian From A Place In Greece

Ardecore!



If I hear the music of Ardecore me is to write well.
not doing it on purpose. Tomorrow night they play at Unity Day. Popular prices. 5 € 5.

If passed under the light of the rain my drink Merulana
leaves that have always surrounded me when I spent here even before
always try to avoid clogging the last manhole before they go afloat roma and those who can not see you coming with me float arm in arm
apposta porto a spasso i vecchi dalle panchine e gli levo il vecchiume di dosso che non sta bene, tolgo il trasandato da sotto i lampioni della periferia e indovino l'età di tutti i compleanni dei bambini nei parchi i primi pomeriggi di sole dopo giorni di pioggia coi Mc Donald's chiusi,
perchè stanno in lutto che j'ho ammazzato il pupazzo Ronald che è scoppiato de colesterolo a forza de mcpajata che gli ho proposto io.
Abito allo sprofondo, me ficco nei portoni a prende er ponentino, so sempre stato barzotto come un ragno attaccato a Roma come fosse la sua tela
Abbindolo quello che non c'è e va benissimo così...
Mi sto organizzando tutto un percorso mio di allievi allevati apposta per l'occasione, gente che non It takes more than 'to know how they do not know anything yet. Then placed me, I am clear from all parts of a square and I'm going to guess as to ensure the center directions, directly without a shot being fired, until you feel the wind change, it becomes another kind of wind and beating the air of Ardeatine savannas, mountains Corviale hung somewhere in the hills of Trulli, and I respect them.
Mainly I'm calm I say if we see when we see quine Quane, I think there are two things infinite, the universe and stupidity, but I do not trust the universe
I make sure the idiots come out of the scene from any port of Rome as if it gives him keys without returning
put to death the dealers and organized rave to the maximum sewer because sewers are out and they must fall
rinses with bare hands and do the bowls of caritas that the hungry people who can spit drooling directly on the face of those who thought they were the cream and instead are just gone rancid bad. I keep count of all who bask in for yet another coffee, and around the spoon for those who do not make it more 'for that too. Break bread, break even the wine already that I'm there, Indian organizations Tavernelle with bums of the port of San Lorenzo. Mario Angelo and Angelina try that slips into the cabins to remedy spiccetti, as if he knew that no more call us' from the cabin, and slowly the
smash all, that if there was a superhero in Rome, would not know where anna Mettes pe er mantle.
Quanno is callaccia hands to do the drag and Scratchy Conchetta of Sora Maria a Triumphal all palates thirsty and tired old men in Rome in August alone. I smollico the true bread and I shed the blood of all those who sell umbrellas in the rain but they are
read the poetry of the whole of Nigeria, Congo tamed, Pakistan came out smelling, I read those little booklets that t'appioppano feltrinelli out, I will always spout that it's raining, so I buy them and talk. And they teach me the dance of rain, while it rains, I learn to dance.

Step caresses as if I had my hands on the cheeks only for these mothers to Verano. I spent the mourning at Prima Porta well, I
by mothers who are there every day and add flowers like a giant mosaic to compose beautiful and sad for what we put into every look the salt so that all the stones are piled on the roads consular ready and dressed for dinner again tonight with mom and dad.

Scavo from all other lines of my own that I use metropolitan preferential to those I say.
sgom, steering, I'm against the grain to the municipal police who never laugh because they think it is more 'serious, I download a new version of solitaire on the computer fool the clerk of the prefecture, poraccia that have laid there and does nothing, and needless to not win alone.
avoidance under fire from Giordano Bruno de Campo de Fiori, and suddenly a barbecue, but without all those Who have invaded the square, over the vegetables market in the morning, the flesh of the vaccine field, and while we're disinfects by the sti cojoni beautiful square with megaphones, with cocaine under his arm,
with the car parking areas that are 'close as possible, because the bitches that have both inside and do not miss du steps that have both thirty centimeters because of heel cobblestones and that at least they do not forgive. Do not miss any. I lose myself.