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The eye examination. The labyrinth

Already you bring those evil drops enlarged pupil is unnerving. Imagine being inject a beam of light in those dilated pupils. What a pleasure.
What is, however, the practice standard? Go there, you sit, wait your turn and once called make you read the damn board with letters. Nothing special, until you pronounce the hated phrase: "We must broaden the pupils to see the back of the eye." Ahhhh, I could not wait-must wait half an hour in the waiting room, the drops smandrappa pupil takes a little 'to-do
Perfect, wait half an hour.
Doctor, in which numerical system has calculated the half-hour? Sure it is the international one? No, because I have half an hour thirty minutes, not seventy-five.
We spread a veil, a Persian rug, a quilt, you may very well take a stone and place it over, will never be half an hour poor, never quite make it play burraco have 5 minutes early.
finally come here, nell'agognata room with soft lighting, which is already annoying at first sight, get into a catacomb is more pleasant, put his chin in one of their machines and come sparaflashato, as in the Man in Black from the sadistic doctor . -Keep your eyes open, it does not take up much-
What the fuck raving, lunatic of a graduate Academy of Kellogg? I have a pupil that exceeds the diameter of my urethra, you're shining a light 1.000.000W and you think it's easy? Now I get you all you need is the nose until it bleeds and then I admonish you to do with pedantic:-try not to bleed from the nose, not it takes a long-
The best thing though, is walking around with these pupils maximae. You look like a drug addict who has just made a bomb of LSD is concentrated, or even better, when you have a giant pupil and the other normal. What seems to have been bitten by a werewolf on the one hand and the other a vampire. A little 'as David Bowie.
We are really sure that I was taking care of?

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A stonzata hallucinating, probably tomorrow will look and curse the moment I pressed PUBLIC POST!

is "The labyrinth of mind", the new post of Amerigo Samantha Michelle. An extraordinary love letters in comments on Facebook, including kneeling, a young lawyer, and Moreno, the owner of the law firm where he works. Work to free the couple and society, the strategy that the emotional turmoil ... and greatly slow the progress of society. It is beautiful, ask at newsstands or in bookstores.

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  • Moreno Fragasso We have to free the couple and society from this strategy that the emotional storm! Enough with all these fears that afflict lawyers, enough with the social conventions that are in their fifties can not go with the teens, be yourself, free, fun! Kneeling stop genuflecting genuflection to the continuous caused by modern society to genuflect genuflection, enough, ENOUGH with the strategic sentimental haunts you, not the strategic sentimental, yes, Val Soy!

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Luciana Littizzetto Vol.1

. My muse, my love for future victims of kidnapping. She, Luciana Littizzetto.


[...] She was part of the beautiful-evil-came. I do not know if you have this. They are the ones that would theoretically all it takes to be the most cool. Blue eyes, blond hair, thin, high ...
But no one knows how, they are no longer. A more trinkets, and a trifle less trac. The merciless slot machine of life, because of a detail, did not jack pot. Turn you messed it turns. He mixed the addend and the evil does not add up. Disappointing ...

Because I'm worth, The Princess and the Pea. Luciana Littizzetto.

now crying. The balenga. How much wasted brain ... I'd spit them, and chips round ... she and her husband, that plantigrade. They called her son Leo, and now makes the first grade because they cry all day grrr grrr. But think. Monday playing for the scouts have also captured and locked in the toilet. And now we all cry. Mom, dad and son king of the forest.

Since I can not always get me on my own, I ask you a pleasure. Staff. Dear bandolier tired and dear Lady Marian. When you decide to join the uterus and pleasure, make me a little bit of attention? You can call your mica creature with a decent name? Leo is not that bad, but it is by the pope that a schoolboy of first grade. I think the first real act of parental responsibility in relation to the child the choice of the name. Not the nest, from the cradle or diapers. Please: Do not punish him. Life is already so complicated. Do not tell me what you have saddled the baby is simply the name of his maternal grandfather. It is not an excuse. If the poor grandfather has already had the misfortune to be called Sulpicius, because we want to continue to suffer the grandson? My friend Stefano in Rome has called his son Manfred Galeazzo. That does not rhyme with anything. And the sister? Erbaluce. At least they were of Calumet.

But there are also the parents brave. That dare as historical or mythological. Bravi. And if you have your child baptized Marcantonio comes up half a saw? Who should say thanks? In two of you who call Franca and Piero. Deficient. And those who give the name of the event? My aunt was born at Christmas and have called Natalina. If she was born at Easter would call Pasqualina. But if he came to the world on the day of the dead as they would call? Mortise or death?

I would invent a law that allows the children reached the age of reason, to change the name to parents. So who was named Savana ribattezzerà Calcutta and his mother will be equal. But it's no dream. Here in Italy for years that we call a ham biscuit Great and nobody does a turn.

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A'more Terno Three: Chaos

We have reached the third chapter of eternal love. It seems the Shrek saga, then I have to roll up our sleeves to find a final chapter. Let's see what I can handle today. The plastic flowers, no. The ungrammatical sentences, no. The betrayals, no.Qualcosa different. Stories already written, but too short to be treated themselves.

12enni

is born, grows, develops ... run, do more sex than me, before I die.
Because that's how it works, the kids are having sex, most parents would add. Twelve years, the first pubic hair for the more fortunate, first received oral sex from at least 6 months. Stuff that I was twelve I had no sexual interest, I was there, playing Tomb Raider and even looked The sculpted seat of Lara Croft. And even my peers combined nothing, the most pressure I had ever seen at the time, was a snog in front of everyone at the end of lessons. Not now, not push the thing that you see in schools is a fellatio between classes at another classmate. Are you crazy? This obsession with
forge ahead just do not understand, what is beautiful in arriving at thirty, with the sexual desire of your great-grandfather in a coma? With the experiences of a pornographic actor achieved in the first year of high school, for more. Give it some time, do not be hasty, which is good for nothing, calm down. Dear boys and girls
care, indeed, boys and girls, try not to calarvi underpants twelve, count up to ten thousand, one, two, three, lift his hands from his pants, four, five, six, seven, put my pants, eight, nine, ten, pick up and play gormiti, eleven, twelve, thirteen, expects to have an age appropriate, fourteen, fifteen ...
Do not listen to clichés:-eh, if you have sex at 12 years you still do not out--have you done anything? But six-decrepit-You never got in your mouth?! You have 13 years, if you do not now when you do, when you have a mature age to decide? --What? Have not you ever make out? I'm 12 I had already sucks your aunt-

Albano and Romina

I have never endured the sentimental couples. There's nothing to do, make me the milk in the knees, I want to tear out an eye and run by way of threat. What a shock!
There are various types of couples sickly sweet, sentimental ones, the ones who talk like Albano and Romina, future operations, inventing nicknames pucciosi, remaining in step with the times: -You're my CPU and I'm your video card.

Or sophisticated ones:-You are sturgeon egg sandwich on my love .-

Physicians: -We are like a tourniquet and the arm-

mechanics: Six- my distributor and I am your candle .-

But the worst are those religious -You are my crucifix and I'll .-

your nails short, an absurd stuff that makes you think if you're the one with problems, or if they are. BUT, it gets worse. It gets worse. There are those obnoxious couples who are called every 5 minutes, those couples so sickly sweet that you just look at them from sprouting brufoloni nutella. They are a race
protected, as the panda. Only that pandas inspire affection and tenderness, the couples hateful violence and inspire affection ... yes, love, the verb "to chop, you love your brain! I mean, you're forced to show up for 27 hours 24 your love to the world? There is really needed?
Maybe you're out with friends, strangely her she is not there and he is there with you, but does not speak, do not eat, can not walk. What will it do so? SMS writes to his beloved. Not riuscitate to be apart for two hours? There is so difficult?
The best thing is when you leave, I usually I like to hear if they have been in contact.
-Look, but with Valkyrie? How are you? -
-Well, we broke up. She's a bitch .-
But how? It was not your loving Spinning pitipù-patapà? Eh, consistency, and in love just does not exist.

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Hunting Season

By convention, we tend to think that man is the hunter and woman the prey, the coveted game, complete with a two-way course. But no, I'm the classic example of male prey that does not come out with a bunch of horny girl looking for an easy, even one that feels different from the rest of the species. Thus, there is the Alpha male, the muscle, which reeks of macho and even the erection of the lashes, the beta male, the normal one, the classic trucker inside, what I studied etiquette at the University of Bran, and then burps crap on male superiority, the male range, or gays, or gays, I do not know what the term Politically Correct and then there are those like me, males Delta, cheering for Hillary Clinton while being in Italy. Delta is the male reaction to the strange coexistence with only women I've seen very few, and everyone, I mean everyone, had a male figure constant. My father has always been present, I can absolutely complain, but a working day in Germany, one day in Piedmont and one day in Rocca Straw, I could not see him every day.
As a child, all the other boys were playing football, I played with girls, to seven years children hated the girls, I had a girlfriend instead. Unfortunately, growing up is not exactly the situation was so, the fact is that I have appeared to the world as Zitello born.
rather than those who have a say to a girl I like, it would cut penis and puppets are not more than stimuli. More than male Delta, male with well-established mental disorders. Then

are a clear demonstration that there are boys lunatics. Here I am! Step by happiness to depression only by opening Facebook, I can bring me down, watching TV and hearing interesting stories.

Finally, to add to my disorder, the senseless angry reactions against the sexist phrases like, "I have a penis, I can not cook" or "women drivers do damage." Just can not stand, the debasement of human evolution in a nutshell ...
In addition, an outspoken supporter of the ovary are wrong. What is this? The consideration of "cojoni / balls." Is it bad to hear from a woman "I have the controcojoni", no, no so, you have the controovaie, which I say, are even more deadly, a portal with pride.
Yeah, I'm attracted by the strong woman, the woman Xena, that the first trumpet and then I'll kill you, who are not afraid to tell the world that has had an affair on Mars, in fact, the screaming from the rooftops, it has too. Or the woman Baily, one holding a bunch of interns in line with a finger.
Yes, I have some very serious mental illness.

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Legal age

Yes, yes, yes. I speak of his 18years, that category of teenagers useless. All my peers were happy to come of age, I obviously do not. I have never seen the positives of this step required. As a first sign of this change, I received the invitation to vote for a not-so-common because of the non-know-where.
What a beauty! Another change is the license - Thunderbolt and lightning - a driver's license! That card effeminate pink as the shirt of a cyclist, useful as a pimple on your nose if you do not have a car to drive. In short, the only satisfaction is when they are asked to present documents. To take this piece of plastic of course requires an exam ... appropriate files between many quotes would Yotobi. My examiner, Dolores Umbridge, the Italian, with lots of hair, lace and little voice, I had to drive for half an hour and then tell me:-Well I do not know if you give the license, you drove , but did not see the gentleman who was almost through (earthen it clear that he was on the sidewalk with a mullet look), not to have made mistakes ... ummh, sign here. " C-what? But you're demented, you're not sure if I did not by the license, do not you go to do "and not be" just needed to come down from the car to catch a daisy-promotes, not to promote him, promoted him, not promotes it. "
I'll be strange, but if one thing has not deserve me, I do not want, in the most important thing as a driver's license!
do not drive in September, damn, I do not drive in September. I do not like to drive, it is true, but at least not to forget what the clutch pedal. Another thing that
stand, are the festivals 18th birthday. I hate these parties, from the bottom of my scrotum, I hate them more than ever! I went against the trend, a party with 6 people, including myself. Everyone in my class who have celebrated, but one (estimated to Clare) invited all over the world, including the pubic hair of Chuck Norris. A party in full regalia! With lots of green wedding favors of dubious taste. Oh-your-God, favors, bomboniere to share the joy with friends. Favors are recycled-which generally bar-throw. What tacky, like the skirts kitchissima type spotted cow. A disgusting stuff! Not to mention the restaurants chosen, if they have 10 Michelin stars, they are not mentioning.
E pensare che io ho festeggiato al cinese. E adesso gli amici mi copiano pure:
-Dove lo fai il compleanno?-
-Al cinese...-
Copioni del cazzo.

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Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life ?

Is this just fantasy ?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooo

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go - will you let me go

Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go

Will not let you go - let me go (never)

Never let you go - let me go

Never let me go - ooo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no -

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby - can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can

see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the Wind Blows ...

As can be beautiful this song?

It is my version done on Illustrator. I hate to brag, but Faig!

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Ahhhh

Damn! It's actually January 6th and I have not written anything yet. On January I even started writing a draft of a post, then publish it later, but nothing, January 6 and I have not said anything yet the mercy seat. I am ashamed of myself!
Well, let's start with good intentions, horrible tradition, yes.
-Trying to be a more open person! Not literally, my best friend was able to book a vivisection when I hear it. Help!
Well, not typically use terms such as "best friend", but as I groped for a more open, and since I know you never read this series of words placed at random, trying to write. Between insecurity and the other, always avoiding to classify objects and people, you know those idiots who classify everything around them? The best cat, best friend, best friend, the best jumper, the best day, the best sex, the best finger etc., etc. ... so boring, people whose distrust in my opinion.
Yet I can not no other word to use, as defined by a person whom you tell everything from the tiniest action worthy of note, the cooked and haunt your teenage years? Ah yes, psychologist or shrink!
On another, we come to the news. On the radio they said that new year was a disaster, Chernobyl 'not radioactive: stray bullets, severed fingers, eyes blinded, brittle teeth and deaths galore. What the fuck you say your brain?! That we are floating in the cosmic dark pink elephants? What's fun in making something explode, without any pyrotechnic effect, a waste of time, money and meaning. -BOOM-boom that Bell has done. And now? Just to stay on, an idiot, that instead of the brain has a black hole that will cause the end of the universe, has placed, because it is an intelligent person, a miccetta between the door and the mirror of the machines in the neighborhood, including my father. Now, with quiet dignity and grace, FOR WHAT REASON Dogmatic FUCK YOU FUCK MICCETTA LOCATED BETWEEN A MIRROR AND DOOR ?!?!? No, I want to know, want to understand how your brain from a licensed fool, what's funny, what? Uh, that's great, it broke the mirror, but laugh-ihihi iihihi a par ... cojoni of the miccetta you know where to shove? A mouth, a rectum, and by way of a catheter if you are a male, which is very likely, otherwise I do not even the issue of choice.
And while we're at a firecracker for each finger, eye and testis. Then see how you laugh.
One, two, three, breathe in America ...
The second I'm not about to say, try to use less foul language. I try to use less profanity, I try really, but now, for me are like commas, I try to restrain myself, but it's stronger than me. One of the few downsides of my leap (which is not marked so I must say).
But I could replace "male genitalia seen in derogatory manner" (Shit) with Mouflon.
I will try.