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\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Voglio donare, but only to those who merita>>.
Not so say the trees in your orchard,
or animals in your pasture. Damage to live because
withhold is to perish.
Surely the man who is worthy to receive
his days and nights
is worthy to receive anything from you.
Kahlil Gibran.
- My love, today is Sunday: we've been together a week!
What the fuck you say? Of course I must really be bitches to say such a thing. And how do you want to spend the afternoon in a mall? An order of Carrefour that spends his free time 8 gallery ... Surely, this smells like shit out of his mouth does not see what is lean? Do not eat for two days!
My friend has just fallen down. See who you choose: a girl's third choice. How does such a fuck? On her account that I can measure the self: the level of self-esteem has hit rock bottom. Perhaps he is with her because she needs to feel superior, to increase their self-esteem?
There is already smells like Christmas. We had to go to a mall for a foretaste. Those trees with plastic needles, plastic and plastic decorations made me sick. During Christmas I become more sadistic and cynical ...
- I am the virgin.
also these: where did you caught? It's like a smoker's lung cancer: need to strut your search! Her perfume stinks. It must literally water of the toilet. Well, if nothing else is consistent with its aesthetics. Poor thing, though. His mouth is a hole sore tooth, and his nose is a step unwatchable. He looks quite attractive: the jelly Gorgias, dark circles, bags under the eyes, the body that seems sickly, almost joined the hairline to the eyebrows ... A few qualms, it is not my fault if it is ugly. Does not depend on me if I think these bad things. I will be spontaneous, and I can not control them. Sandrine
! She is a beautiful pussy. And it is also smart! Plus it's my cross-cousin: it is not so outrageous to think of her as a sexual partner. He also flies from the piglets. A bed must be a bomb. I never understood where the arrival of her black eyes. How many Europeans have eyes blacks? No, I do not say brown, I mean blacks.
Simo if it's done, his cousin. He also made her pregnant. What an idiot! Now needs to commute from London to Marseille to visit his daughter and her cousin, in turn born of the union of two cousins ... east-ce que tu sais pouruoi if you scratch the cul tout le temps? Puis que circle the shit!
- And you, what's your sign?
of the middle finger are rising. I would have been a diligent slaughterer of men, if I had been a Nazi. Maybe I missed a bit 'of efficiency, but it certainly would have killed thousands. With great relish, hiding my sadism behind the low ideals of the party, I would throw up their soul kicking him on his stomach. I can see clearly, helpless as a newborn calf that can not stand, I kick them every time you try to get up, every time they try to emerge from a puddle of cold pigsty. The only thing that stands out among the gray of the barracks and the color of mud, the blood covering their teeth.
This evening I read absolutely Gibran, otherwise it ends up that strangle the first that happens at hand ...
- In a little 'we have arrived. Turn right at the next.
My God that afternoon tasteless! What sense is existence so dull? How can they pretend to be happy? They rejoice in a foolish enthusiasm, teen!
If so livid I spent days and met people so tasteless when I was fourteen, I would certainly now a heroin addict.
Now, because of this afternoon, I will spend at least a week without seeing anyone.
I could go in the mountains, stay with only a few days: I, tent and backpack. No. Should I travel abroad, see something new, open the windows of the mind to change the air made unbearable by such nonsense. Yeah, and the money?
Never mind: I'm breakin the roots. Yes, it's good for me. Gibran against misanthropy, the roots to channel aggression.
are all marked, those roots. They are worm-eaten. Yesterday I found a worm twice the size of others. As it does, with his teeth from insect to dig the roots of hardwood? He lives in what feeds him, and I have destroyed him. How much meanness in his fate! The poor Jonah was stumped by an insect, to the point of desiring death, but just remember all the great fish that swallowed him ...
- Well, we arrived. Stop.
I do not stop to greet them, rather, I get the car running ...
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Voglio donare, but only to those who merita>>.
Not so say the trees in your orchard,
or animals in your pasture. Damage to live because
withhold is to perish.
Surely the man who is worthy to receive
his days and nights
is worthy to receive anything from you.
Kahlil Gibran.
- My love, today is Sunday: we've been together a week!
What the fuck you say? Of course I must really be bitches to say such a thing. And how do you want to spend the afternoon in a mall? An order of Carrefour that spends his free time 8 gallery ... Surely, this smells like shit out of his mouth does not see what is lean? Do not eat for two days!
My friend has just fallen down. See who you choose: a girl's third choice. How does such a fuck? On her account that I can measure the self: the level of self-esteem has hit rock bottom. Perhaps he is with her because she needs to feel superior, to increase their self-esteem?
There is already smells like Christmas. We had to go to a mall for a foretaste. Those trees with plastic needles, plastic and plastic decorations made me sick. During Christmas I become more sadistic and cynical ...
- I am the virgin.
also these: where did you caught? It's like a smoker's lung cancer: need to strut your search! Her perfume stinks. It must literally water of the toilet. Well, if nothing else is consistent with its aesthetics. Poor thing, though. His mouth is a hole sore tooth, and his nose is a step unwatchable. He looks quite attractive: the jelly Gorgias, dark circles, bags under the eyes, the body that seems sickly, almost joined the hairline to the eyebrows ... A few qualms, it is not my fault if it is ugly. Does not depend on me if I think these bad things. I will be spontaneous, and I can not control them. Sandrine
! She is a beautiful pussy. And it is also smart! Plus it's my cross-cousin: it is not so outrageous to think of her as a sexual partner. He also flies from the piglets. A bed must be a bomb. I never understood where the arrival of her black eyes. How many Europeans have eyes blacks? No, I do not say brown, I mean blacks.
Simo if it's done, his cousin. He also made her pregnant. What an idiot! Now needs to commute from London to Marseille to visit his daughter and her cousin, in turn born of the union of two cousins ... east-ce que tu sais pouruoi if you scratch the cul tout le temps? Puis que circle the shit!
- And you, what's your sign?
of the middle finger are rising. I would have been a diligent slaughterer of men, if I had been a Nazi. Maybe I missed a bit 'of efficiency, but it certainly would have killed thousands. With great relish, hiding my sadism behind the low ideals of the party, I would throw up their soul kicking him on his stomach. I can see clearly, helpless as a newborn calf that can not stand, I kick them every time you try to get up, every time they try to emerge from a puddle of cold pigsty. The only thing that stands out among the gray of the barracks and the color of mud, the blood covering their teeth.
This evening I read absolutely Gibran, otherwise it ends up that strangle the first that happens at hand ...
- In a little 'we have arrived. Turn right at the next.
My God that afternoon tasteless! What sense is existence so dull? How can they pretend to be happy? They rejoice in a foolish enthusiasm, teen!
If so livid I spent days and met people so tasteless when I was fourteen, I would certainly now a heroin addict.
Now, because of this afternoon, I will spend at least a week without seeing anyone.
I could go in the mountains, stay with only a few days: I, tent and backpack. No. Should I travel abroad, see something new, open the windows of the mind to change the air made unbearable by such nonsense. Yeah, and the money?
Never mind: I'm breakin the roots. Yes, it's good for me. Gibran against misanthropy, the roots to channel aggression.
are all marked, those roots. They are worm-eaten. Yesterday I found a worm twice the size of others. As it does, with his teeth from insect to dig the roots of hardwood? He lives in what feeds him, and I have destroyed him. How much meanness in his fate! The poor Jonah was stumped by an insect, to the point of desiring death, but just remember all the great fish that swallowed him ...
- Well, we arrived. Stop.
I do not stop to greet them, rather, I get the car running ...
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