Blister On Butt Cheeck

Portrait borrowed [in the middle of a blue handkerchief (Fretum Siculum)]

1) do with the tendency to substitute say. Pessimism of the will

2) Rationalism sophistry. The sophism lived as a passion.

3) Spirit of complicity against the power of the State, the authority - understood as "foreign."

4) Pride and shame in an inextricable knot.

5) pathological sensitivity to the opinion of others.

6) offended sense of honor (but often only when the dishonor is clear and not before).

7) Feelings of guilt and shame as a disease.

8) Feelings of theater, mystifying spirit.

9) Taste of the avaricious and encrypted communication (up all'omertà) as an alternative to extremism and hyperbole oral gestures.

10) Feelings of its crazy reason, justice offense.

11) male vanity, celebration and sadness in the uses of sex.

12) Subjection to the clan family, especially his mother mistress.

13) Feelings owner of the land and home as artificial extension of the self and subsidiary immortality.

14) Feelings of bitter life and death, the sun and the darkness that is knotted

Gesualdo Bufalino (IDENTIKIT SUPER POCKET OF SICILIAN)

Is It Inhumane To Spade A Dog

Footnotes page narrated by voice notes on

I'm Mrs. Fratti, that the scene I really impressed. Now I do not remember it perfectly. It seems to me tick Tufts of earrings that image alive.
but I remember that I liked you and that I did not know how to say it must be said. In the sense that tell you good, I like it there and then, it sounds empty without pulp. But here I am thinking about: the bottles in the tub and the little details that although jet embroidery know so well the papers scattered. So today I scribbled a lot of pages and there you are nearby.
explain why I do not know, but I think you know how in touch he needs.
As if it were the sound of your pen from my metronome.

The Sweater Story Text By Roch Carrier

lady panzetta

So So So strangely nervous. After days and days of hanging and enjoyable serenity books and friends and hugs and beers (and bread and carasau Galbanino I find that to be my favorite dish) and not to miss anything, yum yum, throughout the twentieth century painting in Rome and unscheduled exit from the A1, now I believe abused a coffee and happiness, I feel his hands trembling and my food, vicious cycle of nicotine in spades.
said that I would need a makeover complete physical and lots of waxing, but, alas, only laziness and thoughts abound and books to read, as well as enormous amounts of black pens and notebooks.
This does not mean that I do not feel full of energy and spin enough to suspect a plurigemina gestation of ideas. In fact, I feel particularly
receptive and would gladly head space between the heart and stomach in otium creative days in contrast to hours of boring PCs and various corporate and any happy hour in the spring. This
in good company, it said.
Given the impossibility of this practice, at least as I understand it and that is "total", I'll settle for scraps of the day from which emerges, however, a bit 'dazed and jerky (I repeat: I will have to significantly reduce the amount of caffeine in my blood ).
From here I do not look so similar to my nineteenth of the same name, in fact, but on closer inspection, apart from reading pseudo-science literally on a mysterious source of the legendary fellatio Emilia, exceed in classicism Rococo and lyrical, and it does not know whether to training or DNA, the fact is, they are anachronistic and largely elegiac.
So this is the problem ... how to find a story in this chaos of stilnovisti? This mortify me a few days. Because I have a incipit, I say. But a starting
of what?
Meanwhile, my horoscope promises wonders and all foreign to me a lot.