Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Thank You Quotes For Wedding Programs

Abbey Road

walking down the road and I saw that picture. Four of them crossing the stripes, Paul without shoes and with a lit cigarette. How many urban legends about him, how many conversations between me and me on when, sooner or later, will I go there, as postponed. Today I made to postpone. He was there and I took it. I should not but I did. Now it is here, along with other records. Abbey Road. 1969.
A moment of materialism, but for me today is Christmas. And I fell sick.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Diluted Apple Juice For Constipated Babies



On Monday arrives with a backpack on his shoulders and a colorful umbrella.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Touching Mothers Boobs

that there is no need to live poorly And now

Yesterday morning I woke up and I wanted to write my dreams on dell'ipercoop brochure. I wanted to write but do not forget to see them further away, that make me live bad days and I know that is not the case.
This afternoon I woke up and I almost wanted to take a train to check. But cristiddio. Go to the airport to take the girls to meet and take a shower with a bar of soap in a maze of purple brown baths. Walking barefoot on the asphalt and realize that everyone else go in the opposite direction. Meet a person who smiles while speaking and not understanding what he says. You talk about his new play, come and see me if you can because I care a lot, and not understanding what you say. See his face different quasi contract, and the hands holding the wheels of a wheelchair. No, there is no need to live it badly but it looks real nasty slut. Weep and you say, I'll definitely see you, I promise. Watching them, hardly able to move around and talk and remember when you pushed me to overcome the limitations that may force myself to myself. That there was nothing to be afraid, those hands that I would be obliged if I would be good and god up there. Continue your way and take a train on rails so steep that I can not stand, but if I fall I know that I go to the spiders and then I take refuge in a narrow bathroom, with a mantis that comes out of leaking pipes and Anna the train and I can not get it. And then get off near stage of Taranto, and drinking vodka with Russian women that give me the shoes. And yet again the image of him that I can hardly understand and when I wake up there is still strong enough to want to be sure that it is not really so. And no, it's not, but still nasty bitch. I passed the desire of lucid dreaming.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

How Long Should Jerky Be In A Dehydrator



Every time I try to change the road is your ghost that stops me. I am slow to walk, often hesitates at a crossroads, but you do not stop me and make me pass. I want to go back but I'm afraid to share my thoughts with that. That place does not allow you not to think. Gives you the illusion, you think that there is nothing more than water but not so.
Norway is melancholy. Each trip is melancholy. This house with walls that collapse is melancholy. ... All I remember thee, the sheets of paper, photographs, sheet, that are interwoven in the legs.
's all gloom, it's all I want to vomit throw out thrusting two fingers in his throat. I sweat and I feel calm only if the water splashes that I arrive on the face, while I cling to my gray jacket and I think I should have known that the North is colder.
I still want to get lost in the mountains, walking on pieces of wood, thinking only of silence and the rain and not to us that we have not for a while ', and You know what, I know that is how things should go.
Pisa, hot, tight, nasty, slutty, alcoholic ... jump into the Arno and without sucking mosquitoes and robbers with your portfolio. Then come back to me Norway, with cafes that smell of dirty water and lack of sunshine that you first and then you squeeze a baby cot.
now floating, swimming, and eventually drown in the air. I want to climb on the rocks with bare feet and I will also not your outstretched hand.