Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Brazilian Wax With Thrush

Cantando gli Smiths alla supercazzola


I often, perhaps in a bit too often - to speak for itself.
Even the street.
Inscena subheading long speeches, or just phrases or situations, or do I just give myself a question and answer. And it's never what I expected.
Sometimes I think all in silence but then I lose a "eh, well, logical" out loud, maybe even as a pedestrian crossing.
and sing too. In
bike or on foot.
's not too softly.
Until recently thought to be only slightly shifted. And I was also made for a reason, so I stopped even ashamed. Before I stopped singing when we meet a passerby. But now I promise more in the exhibition. At least I try to sing the Smiths a bit to avoid the Modino supercazzola.
Lately, however, I noticed that there is a lot of people talking and singing alone in the street. One thinks, which has the headset ... but no. E 'moved like me ... ! What ggioia!
I thought it might be any side effects due to urban life by Alienz global bar bar bar consumisticocentrica post and so on and so forth.
And if so, we sketched hysterical and psychotic or simply, slowly and unconsciously, we are beginning to farcene a reason?

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