: romantic hangover last long long time needle runs a whiskey and beer and a chat about how it sucks the next generation. It may not seem like the best but it was very funny, I always find it very fun to know people's opinions and discuss sensibly with them, and then really know (you know: in vino veritas ). And that's the last time I've been drunk so long as Long Time Ago, in fact. I drink like always. Type I feel uncomfortable without a glass in hand. But it's a change we have noticed a few all: enterteiner strong pulsing through my veins acting stupid at the time is definitely dead. Lately I enjoy most to observe. Did not become a trivial Vouyer, of course. Looking to learn and understand. Which also involves talking, of course. Because despite being firmly convinced that to know a person sometimes just a glance, I must also admit that often looks can be deceiving. So I always give people a second chance to redeem through dialogue. We must admit that my own magnanimity knows no bounds.
However, I have a little 'broken cock. A bit 'all a bit' all my old drinking buddies I broke my dick. I am not speaking of those drinking the romantic zodiac, which were always a parallel journey in Rome and outside Rome and in noicomeunsolocuorebattenteall'unisono, no, those rinpiango not and will not ever regret. I refer specifically to properly and when I happen to go to disco and observe all the people I know get drunk already lost and continue to drain a glass after another. And to say shit (not shit funny, more prone to pathos). And making fools of themselves (that is ridiculous that the sentence). And so to find myself "talking" with a mass of lifeless numbed idiots who smells of death. The fact is that under each disco, through alcohol and drugs, thought to find its place, as if all the pieces of the puzzle finally found their perfect concatenation and jam. No! Crazy crazy! Not true! Just be worth it! You are just the atrophied limb a humanity that has sucked away all its lifeblood and has obscured the sun, disgusting criminally insane. Let us look more closely
the sad spectacle which offers itself to gentle viewer:
there are those who greet you like you're their best friend for years, but in reality you have done everything possible to keep up on the cock ... lack of affection?
then there are those who have the potential to be very intelligent people and realized in life but you threw away the jokes for discounted electrical outlets and well ... fucking preteen trauma?
there are those who have nothing in their daily life but in the acclaimed Tunz Tunz ... lack of personality?
there are those that would be really nice people (say outwardly) and are doing everything to make ugly faces with their clothes and fucking partykidnewyorkese ... missed the carnival party?
there are those that would be really nice people (inside say) and do everything possible to drift away from a human relationship (or nearly so, then are not even human so I ...)... so many problems ergo chittesencula?
That was me on the cock, fuck off.
Once the music was basically inspiration. The art style of life. Alcohol is a stylistic choice. The poor will stand Bukowski stirring in his grave. The wisps of your pathetic lives they cook the bacon for amatriciana if only I were not vegetarian and I had the certainty that there is nell'amatriciana bacon. So do not fuck the crap if I ever face bored, not bored, in fact, I am deeply amused disgust ET. Do not Shit my dick if you answer wrong or if you do not know, I do not crapped in two seconds and sent to therapy for a sufficient amount of € repay the cost of water Nigeria. Do not fuck the crap if you do not want anything to do with you, if you do not understand, if I'm not going to help. I do not need. I've always said and I repeat here: I never wanted anything (more than what I have).
Sincerely, your loyal moralist (mecoioniarcazzo).
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