Up to smash two or three teeth "Sometimes I think it's normal, try a wild and healthy desire to hurt, and it is not true that you can remove, simply choose to swallow or vomit, all the excuses and tailings laments, hold strong to break you two or three teeth. Sometimes I think it's normal, loose lips no pun intended, and be with me, until me, the master of your body and your big red eyes, an accomplice of the world without many compromises. Sometimes I think it's normal, I with my River tributaries will result in that sea, if you know why, tell me why, with me crying, games, and smiles with his eyes open, the same eyes that howl to see us. " http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu1Oa8TGfpE
A pound and a half of lobotomy, thanks. " I put a pound and 800, What shall I do? I leave? " leaving, leaving. That makes me comfortable. What I do not know if just a pound and a half. What if I again like last night I will not infused raspberry and hours night focused on the buzzing of mosquitoes Pisa. What I do not want to hear about great visual syntagmatic the column with the stomach in an uproar. Not that I'm not going to save me from even Mastroianni. What disturbs me your interest in my emotions and your staring at me every time I walk past. My mother feels that my nausea even along a telephone cable of 870 miles ... "and make me" What are you hurt? "" I would say. I hate to feel impatient, because I realize when they are, and become just nasty. That a thousand other things. So let, let the pound and 800 of lobotomy and if it makes me even happier is un'aggiuntina.
