Monday, December 22, 2008

Frustration, Game Rules



Hello.
The story continue, or better, but I continue to write for a couple of months have become more frequent raids of the well known universal meddler, with a consequent inability and humoral time that I was forced to forced outage.
Nataline I will not leave so I can not take advantage of old ladies caffeinoimani and quiet moments, however, now a fugitive, and finally sailed for planets forsanche more responsive to-nothing.
I've stolen this moment the commitment to keep their head out of the muddy stream where I find myself surrounded by a bit of time to tell the world and pazzarelli especially those who read my ramblings that my mother has passed a measure by the cazzissimo, and came out still in possession of the leg which had threatened the amputation and greatly lightened by the removal of a bag that he would continue to Nemet steal the last years of life.
fededotati fortunate. My hostility to the omnipresent TeleBabby not set or refer to yield, indeed, save me from throwing in the towel and become yet another toxic opium of the people.
thank those who walk with me and who share sorrows and joys of life with eyes rimmed and tired, heavy hearts and souls saved. Who is state remains. Who has done it will not try again. No one can prevent resurgence.
Each Dawn, The Rebirth Of The Fallen.
Now more than ever.
Louise, my blood will overcome this one.

Yours, Claudio.

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