taintedside @ 2004-04-16T20: 05:00
Shit shit shit. Lord you have to stop my make-up or dress or talk on the phone when driving. Ok, you want to impress on the trucker's side? Discover a leg but look back and remember to slow down for god! Touch me 10 days to collar (and pain) because of a svegliona in Milan-Meda has seen fit to take her instead of the cocks to be careful to stop avoiding the incazzatura and neck into pieces. She could die as his car which has split the radiator without leaving marks on my (at least that). And tonight I can not even drive.
Friday, April 16, 2004
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Compression Leggings Good For Sleeping
taintedside @ 2004-04-15T02: 43:00
I feel like dying. It 's like those lazy Sundays, tasteless, that you leave that empty inside, that should already be doing another on Monday to combine in some way there and fill that void damn, that sense of inappropriateness one's own existence, that stupid question "how much I am worth?" and who already know the answer I give will be "0" even if it is not entirely true, even if there are people who tell me otherwise, even if there are people who appreciates me and loves me for who I am.
not true. This world is not true because every mistake we make is inextricably linked to our own assessment that is more merciless than the most ferocious of the gods, making this life a living hell in which we wander without hope, dragging a hair shirt that marten soul .
I can not give me peace. I do not know me peace. I do not know me peace.
I am the ghost of myself, the most true that only comes out from here for those few who want to read about me, perhaps laughing over a be as useless as me.
I do not think I will ever get this feeling, even confessing my sins before God or against any other person alive or not.
If I had killed a human being I would probably just as well. Perhaps I killed a living being, the solar part of me that existed quell'Andrea and now has more space, even in drunkenness, not in excess, even in being with other people. I died and I was reborn. Off. I am reborn off, no light, no joy, no life, a bag containing many doubts and torments by twisting on itself.
At times I would just put an end to all this tedium, this is not to accept me, all this being terribly insensitive and fragile. Erase, forget, reset, format, and maybe come off and forgotten in a dusty corner of some cock in the cellar for years and years to be thrown away once and for all as something that encumbers the present with its load of stupid sentimentality in the past.
I want to sleep on and off, or hit my head and forget everything.
I feel like dying. It 's like those lazy Sundays, tasteless, that you leave that empty inside, that should already be doing another on Monday to combine in some way there and fill that void damn, that sense of inappropriateness one's own existence, that stupid question "how much I am worth?" and who already know the answer I give will be "0" even if it is not entirely true, even if there are people who tell me otherwise, even if there are people who appreciates me and loves me for who I am.
not true. This world is not true because every mistake we make is inextricably linked to our own assessment that is more merciless than the most ferocious of the gods, making this life a living hell in which we wander without hope, dragging a hair shirt that marten soul .
I can not give me peace. I do not know me peace. I do not know me peace.
I am the ghost of myself, the most true that only comes out from here for those few who want to read about me, perhaps laughing over a be as useless as me.
I do not think I will ever get this feeling, even confessing my sins before God or against any other person alive or not.
If I had killed a human being I would probably just as well. Perhaps I killed a living being, the solar part of me that existed quell'Andrea and now has more space, even in drunkenness, not in excess, even in being with other people. I died and I was reborn. Off. I am reborn off, no light, no joy, no life, a bag containing many doubts and torments by twisting on itself.
At times I would just put an end to all this tedium, this is not to accept me, all this being terribly insensitive and fragile. Erase, forget, reset, format, and maybe come off and forgotten in a dusty corner of some cock in the cellar for years and years to be thrown away once and for all as something that encumbers the present with its load of stupid sentimentality in the past.
I want to sleep on and off, or hit my head and forget everything.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Pokemon Soul Silver Shiny Stone On Friday
Thunder
thunder. Thunders and the sky so black is beautiful. It was something I had not seen a lot of time. I think as you hear thunder, son of lightning, which bounce and made millions of human beings in its infinite lives short but intense.
Everything must be beautiful.
thunder. Thunders and the sky so black is beautiful. It was something I had not seen a lot of time. I think as you hear thunder, son of lightning, which bounce and made millions of human beings in its infinite lives short but intense.
Everything must be beautiful.
Wednesday, April 7, 2004
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taintedside @ 2004-04-08T01: 11:00
That tired! It 'been too quiet of a day job ... 50 check-in is a walk of health ... But I am preparing myself spiritually to the fair ... from 13 will not have life to the weekend ... there is that there will be bell pull to do ... Since
have left the hostess of the reception Lufthansa has become the second home of the Japanese ... continuamante I wonder if they realize what a smell of garlic emanating.
s'appendono for me a crown of garlic under each armpit ... and the night we sleep embraced.
Yesterday I went to one of our superior, unfortunately, there were just the Japanese ... the woman had passed to clean, but my god that smell! Those girls must have a stomach of steel to resist mephitic stale smell of garlic wafting where the Japanese people during the nights lying Italian ... But the Japanese are going to eat in 13 Savini barrel of private cars with which they are to take ... are the ones that fill us with the hotel (apart from the perverts who ask the "escort lady" at 8 pm to 11 or those who are going to your room a girl of 19 years and this comes after two hours apart from ... that go with her lover, who make up the trans, which make up their friends - there is a Spaniard who recently must have made un'orgietta among men only - men who do not get caught for bank statements his wife pay cash, in advance and without flinching rooms 250/300 € per night) hotels are so high-level ... But for now I have only seen a daily use (one that remains only for daylight hours and goes away before 19), a member of the clerical class with a lot of passport of the Vatican. He was so old that I know that not even Viagra would work with him and in fact there was not even charged a pornettino to pay tv. I wonder if people who do not watch porn and not the lover still exists. Yet the director is watching porn in the morning knowing that we come to know everything from prints of pc ... no one has ever told me, but I suspect that "Uncle" has also tried to bring someone in his superior double on the 6th floor. E 'useless, everything goes round and round revolves around sex, whether heterosexual or homosexual, transsexual or simply voyeuristic perversions of porn films via satellite.
The Japanese, however, do not watch porn. It usually does not even drink much from the minibar. The Japanese are fools mica: € 3.75 per half liter plastic bottle in Levissima mica them give up. Actually I will not give up. The Japanese make their mark with rigid suitcase of 256 different colors and do not consume. The Japanese will scrub the room key card because they want a souvenir ... I wonder what the Japanese make the Italian hotels. Many bed but a few extra nights. It 'hard to find one that you rub on the Japanese mini-bar, Italian, do you care, you care about the African, European attempts to fuck but the Japanese do not. For the Japanese pay to drink is a matter of honor. One morning at a check out there were two Japanese who were the exception: they had emptied the refrigerator of all there was alcohol. Smelled like taverns in the morning and were still wobbly but neatly marked on the slip of paper from the minibar everything they had taken. 60 € minibars. Ok, it's easy: € 5 blue ribbon beer, gin mignon € 5, € 7 chivas mignon ... insane prices, but they had guzzling bad.
you're wondering, "Why speak of all 'ste shit? Mica was tired? Go to bed?" the fact is that I have want to slip into an empty bed, that's all. It 'a long time since I have not slept in bed with anyone. Sleep and just kind of perverts! You know the rest so I do not miss, I speak of sleep, cuddles, hugs, sleep well ... short, long shot, hoping that at some point, as if by magic, someone to materialize in my bed and even though I scrub area and then I make it hard to sleep because of others 'hair in the nose, this satisfies my desire to have someone' s embrace.
Fuck are a pitiful case ... porc ...
Meanwhile I have become the most beloved of the reception, it will be because I make them laugh, because I am a bit 'rough and it takes me a' fucking ' and a 'slutty whore' when needed. Then I work well and although sometimes I want to be stretching beyond the marble counter to throttle some customers to have nothing else to say. And then I would head to Uncle no fear:)
guys help me find a girlfriend ???????? But seriously ... that is ... serious but I like it;) one with which I can have fun, that I can drink, that I can smoke, that I can play the playstation, I can talk without thinking you have to do with a total moron, which I laugh and cry if I do not Scazzi short, the perfect one, which ones with which I can say tonight is horn! " and she says "Yay !"... I have not the rest perhaps perfect?? = P At least, so said once ... how sad ... aaaaaaaaaaaah!
It 's the one and 10 and has been for a long time since I'm writing ... I drink a bit 'of water and go to sleep. Ladies and gentlemen ... good night.
Oh, porca eva, leave some comments every now and then!
That tired! It 'been too quiet of a day job ... 50 check-in is a walk of health ... But I am preparing myself spiritually to the fair ... from 13 will not have life to the weekend ... there is that there will be bell pull to do ... Since
have left the hostess of the reception Lufthansa has become the second home of the Japanese ... continuamante I wonder if they realize what a smell of garlic emanating.
s'appendono for me a crown of garlic under each armpit ... and the night we sleep embraced.
Yesterday I went to one of our superior, unfortunately, there were just the Japanese ... the woman had passed to clean, but my god that smell! Those girls must have a stomach of steel to resist mephitic stale smell of garlic wafting where the Japanese people during the nights lying Italian ... But the Japanese are going to eat in 13 Savini barrel of private cars with which they are to take ... are the ones that fill us with the hotel (apart from the perverts who ask the "escort lady" at 8 pm to 11 or those who are going to your room a girl of 19 years and this comes after two hours apart from ... that go with her lover, who make up the trans, which make up their friends - there is a Spaniard who recently must have made un'orgietta among men only - men who do not get caught for bank statements his wife pay cash, in advance and without flinching rooms 250/300 € per night) hotels are so high-level ... But for now I have only seen a daily use (one that remains only for daylight hours and goes away before 19), a member of the clerical class with a lot of passport of the Vatican. He was so old that I know that not even Viagra would work with him and in fact there was not even charged a pornettino to pay tv. I wonder if people who do not watch porn and not the lover still exists. Yet the director is watching porn in the morning knowing that we come to know everything from prints of pc ... no one has ever told me, but I suspect that "Uncle" has also tried to bring someone in his superior double on the 6th floor. E 'useless, everything goes round and round revolves around sex, whether heterosexual or homosexual, transsexual or simply voyeuristic perversions of porn films via satellite.
The Japanese, however, do not watch porn. It usually does not even drink much from the minibar. The Japanese are fools mica: € 3.75 per half liter plastic bottle in Levissima mica them give up. Actually I will not give up. The Japanese make their mark with rigid suitcase of 256 different colors and do not consume. The Japanese will scrub the room key card because they want a souvenir ... I wonder what the Japanese make the Italian hotels. Many bed but a few extra nights. It 'hard to find one that you rub on the Japanese mini-bar, Italian, do you care, you care about the African, European attempts to fuck but the Japanese do not. For the Japanese pay to drink is a matter of honor. One morning at a check out there were two Japanese who were the exception: they had emptied the refrigerator of all there was alcohol. Smelled like taverns in the morning and were still wobbly but neatly marked on the slip of paper from the minibar everything they had taken. 60 € minibars. Ok, it's easy: € 5 blue ribbon beer, gin mignon € 5, € 7 chivas mignon ... insane prices, but they had guzzling bad.
you're wondering, "Why speak of all 'ste shit? Mica was tired? Go to bed?" the fact is that I have want to slip into an empty bed, that's all. It 'a long time since I have not slept in bed with anyone. Sleep and just kind of perverts! You know the rest so I do not miss, I speak of sleep, cuddles, hugs, sleep well ... short, long shot, hoping that at some point, as if by magic, someone to materialize in my bed and even though I scrub area and then I make it hard to sleep because of others 'hair in the nose, this satisfies my desire to have someone' s embrace.
Fuck are a pitiful case ... porc ...
Meanwhile I have become the most beloved of the reception, it will be because I make them laugh, because I am a bit 'rough and it takes me a' fucking ' and a 'slutty whore' when needed. Then I work well and although sometimes I want to be stretching beyond the marble counter to throttle some customers to have nothing else to say. And then I would head to Uncle no fear:)
guys help me find a girlfriend ???????? But seriously ... that is ... serious but I like it;) one with which I can have fun, that I can drink, that I can smoke, that I can play the playstation, I can talk without thinking you have to do with a total moron, which I laugh and cry if I do not Scazzi short, the perfect one, which ones with which I can say tonight is horn! " and she says "Yay !"... I have not the rest perhaps perfect?? = P At least, so said once ... how sad ... aaaaaaaaaaaah!
It 's the one and 10 and has been for a long time since I'm writing ... I drink a bit 'of water and go to sleep. Ladies and gentlemen ... good night.
Oh, porca eva, leave some comments every now and then!
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taintedside @ 2004-04-07T11: 59: 00
Fantastic keep the windows open today. Do you want fresh air, you want amazing sun, want the mini bridge begins Friday and Easter I'll be home until Tuesday at 14 (c'mon!), I want to want to go, have fun, travel, do not sleep ... I do not know where he comes across this post ... I'm fine, by god. I'm in a situation almost ecstatic and it's very strange that I should say, and a feeling like that. In my mind (ok, I have little = P) I've never been so ... so full ... I do not know why but it's all so very wonderful ... and is not a question of doing good ... no pink bunnies, birds, anything yellow and green, no blue fish ...
Girls and boys ... good day! :)
Fantastic keep the windows open today. Do you want fresh air, you want amazing sun, want the mini bridge begins Friday and Easter I'll be home until Tuesday at 14 (c'mon!), I want to want to go, have fun, travel, do not sleep ... I do not know where he comes across this post ... I'm fine, by god. I'm in a situation almost ecstatic and it's very strange that I should say, and a feeling like that. In my mind (ok, I have little = P) I've never been so ... so full ... I do not know why but it's all so very wonderful ... and is not a question of doing good ... no pink bunnies, birds, anything yellow and green, no blue fish ...
Girls and boys ... good day! :)
Sunday, April 4, 2004
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Angelo
If I were human, I guess, I'd be happy
because only those who are not destined to be
can not forgive their sins.
If I were human, I guess, I'd be happy
because only those who are not destined to be
can not forgive their sins.
Saturday, April 3, 2004
Mcdonalds Meat Provider
taintedside @ 2004-04-03T15: 09:00
finally wake up ... To tell the truth is that in one hour walk, but want a chat with my parents, want breakfast ...
Strangely, I realized that I'm finally well (apart from the factor allergic) by the fact that I do when I wake up rested even after 9 hours of sleep after 23 hours of wakefulness. Strangely enough, I wake up energy without repeating: "Oh my God another day!" I could stay up a week and do not feel fatigue. I'm not totally out of control or splashed into a kind of artificial happiness, are simply serene. Of course I read it, written by me for more, does something, right? Are peaceful and just proves the fact that I even want to put a clean machine, which I do for a long, long time.
Creed. No, not in the sense that I believe in god ... in what we believe, but in a way my own. I believe in tomorrow but I think especially in today, in the present, I think I'm here and I do not think just to feel good, actually I'm fine. I believe nothing of what I have experienced so far will ever impress me as the magic that I could see tomorrow, I think that the mere fact of being alive and able to enjoy a sunny day is a milestone for me, for me the sun I always hated the color and also loving all that it alone can show us.
Moreover, the capacity of man shine only at night when everything is dark and only his hands can give color to life. I know my abilities, and pass me the vulgarity, slut bitch I was amazed. I did not believe in myself while I realized to be worth much, much more than people around me believe and especially a few billion times more than I thought. I know part of me that I did not think existed and only now that I see with equanimity I can give real value to those parts of me that some time ago I was upset, which made me think of being an absolutely insane and inhumane.
are stronger than they have ever been and that makes me feel good, I learned determination of silence and words, to contain the screams of rage and apply them in fact, who else deserves to suffer, cry, blow up the nerves, kill with a word or a glance, to be able to make derisive behavior that was annoying to me by people who are around ... I bought weapons in short. I bought so many other weapons and sharp and I realize that I fight with intelligence and great ability, with patience and I apply my strength every day, persisting and multiplying the effect of my thoughts exponentially.
I'm going to clean the machine now, later probably still write a few lines:)
finally wake up ... To tell the truth is that in one hour walk, but want a chat with my parents, want breakfast ...
Strangely, I realized that I'm finally well (apart from the factor allergic) by the fact that I do when I wake up rested even after 9 hours of sleep after 23 hours of wakefulness. Strangely enough, I wake up energy without repeating: "Oh my God another day!" I could stay up a week and do not feel fatigue. I'm not totally out of control or splashed into a kind of artificial happiness, are simply serene. Of course I read it, written by me for more, does something, right? Are peaceful and just proves the fact that I even want to put a clean machine, which I do for a long, long time.
Creed. No, not in the sense that I believe in god ... in what we believe, but in a way my own. I believe in tomorrow but I think especially in today, in the present, I think I'm here and I do not think just to feel good, actually I'm fine. I believe nothing of what I have experienced so far will ever impress me as the magic that I could see tomorrow, I think that the mere fact of being alive and able to enjoy a sunny day is a milestone for me, for me the sun I always hated the color and also loving all that it alone can show us.
Moreover, the capacity of man shine only at night when everything is dark and only his hands can give color to life. I know my abilities, and pass me the vulgarity, slut bitch I was amazed. I did not believe in myself while I realized to be worth much, much more than people around me believe and especially a few billion times more than I thought. I know part of me that I did not think existed and only now that I see with equanimity I can give real value to those parts of me that some time ago I was upset, which made me think of being an absolutely insane and inhumane.
are stronger than they have ever been and that makes me feel good, I learned determination of silence and words, to contain the screams of rage and apply them in fact, who else deserves to suffer, cry, blow up the nerves, kill with a word or a glance, to be able to make derisive behavior that was annoying to me by people who are around ... I bought weapons in short. I bought so many other weapons and sharp and I realize that I fight with intelligence and great ability, with patience and I apply my strength every day, persisting and multiplying the effect of my thoughts exponentially.
I'm going to clean the machine now, later probably still write a few lines:)
Friday, April 2, 2004
Lucky Dates Electro Refills
taintedside @ 2004-04-02T20: 14:00
Copincollo what I just posted on FIAPP (who knows me knows what FIAPP) ... is a thought that is for days around my head and that makes me strangely active, pleasure-strangely of my waking hours and my sleep (although last night I slept only from one until five and a half):
leave behind miles
and turning around to see the black road of red earth
as the best American films
in front of me yet she goes up and down, without fear
walking. No hurry
Starbucks waiting for the next stop on my side and maybe a few moments to sit
enjoy a coffee and then leave because the nostalgia of living
knows no fatigue.
That hurt, that pain, that tension
inner life of the evil oozing
is only a desire to get drunk
of it and live it, whatever it is and accept
toasting with red wine and peaches white.
The goal is not an end,
is the same as a travel destination, a purpose,
a conclusion worthy of the name only because
moving
things can be, they still die, and we like them.
Copincollo what I just posted on FIAPP (who knows me knows what FIAPP) ... is a thought that is for days around my head and that makes me strangely active, pleasure-strangely of my waking hours and my sleep (although last night I slept only from one until five and a half):
leave behind miles
and turning around to see the black road of red earth
as the best American films
in front of me yet she goes up and down, without fear
walking. No hurry
Starbucks waiting for the next stop on my side and maybe a few moments to sit
enjoy a coffee and then leave because the nostalgia of living
knows no fatigue.
That hurt, that pain, that tension
inner life of the evil oozing
is only a desire to get drunk
of it and live it, whatever it is and accept
toasting with red wine and peaches white.
The goal is not an end,
is the same as a travel destination, a purpose,
a conclusion worthy of the name only because
moving
things can be, they still die, and we like them.
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