seems that for a couple months of bad luck is chasing me. this house is really dark, Roberta was right. well in hand, after a month is still half broken left ankle also wobbles. and then other Bazzi. then, still a couple of months, nn vado a correre e questo non mi va giù punto. il rap è in alto mare e le scorte autunnali agli sgoccioli. altro: a casa, giu a tsl, stanno rifacendo l'impiato elettrico, una buona scusa per far sparire libri e poster vari..e con l'occasione anche il capoccione verde dell'alieno usato da sanderz per fare il video. video. a proposito di video ecco, se la sfiga dovesse arrivare al top...insomma avete capito... faccio testamento :)
sono tornato a mi da domenica sera. 4 case in due anni e mezzo. e ogni volta la roba to be transferred increases. luckily this time I have stolen all my shoes. all but the ones I had at the foot branded barrryconvex. but where is this house even if your pussy is not perfect. because I have space to move. and tiles are the same as those applying via Algardi 8, Rome. Bazza is always the subject of housing during the two decades. Then there are the colorful walls and the books left by Mark and Federica. and then have the stereo tuned to Radio 3. fuck sky and decoder that I stole that shit that I was also taken away his shoes. Robert says this house is dark but it looks to me that evil no.meno arrive tonight and I can buy back my shoes. and a new drying rack. and toaster. thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. and thank goodness there tonight san Toro shows us the Daddario. but luckily I have the throat. here. thank goodness. so I do a couple of my cock:)
Paraculo life with the pounds at home. Taranto life with cocaine in the safe. and discover that most of July, the guy who wrote the instinct of the wolf, has also written the article about the arrest of noyz republic. while the machine is rebuilt and back up to me tomorrow. winter with the stock and plan for the move. and ears echoes the rhetoric of the hero. ... .. hero hero hero survive as if the other side is not equally heroic hero ... .. hero ... as if we were all a bit 'heroes to live in this banana republic ... .. heroes heroes ... heroes, come to save.
Outskirts of Beijing - the phenomenology of the head
The era of propaganda floris remove and put the Sultan by his servant wasp in the early evening. That as the first service to make tg1 Berlusconi who has homes in Abbruzzo. The era of the coaches of Mignotte on mission for the Mafia sent to his villa. And still DECLARED newspapers, films against him, the fact that even the dog for you angry .. rowing against the church ... nothing. he stays there fixed and immobile. but a little 'is angry. and it is wonderful when the funeral of mike mike says that until recently silvio urged to do better because it had an important mission to accomplish. silvio oh! unique when Merkel to make the horns, or when you do get in trouble by the Queen of England in person! HOBAAAMAA MISTER! BERLUSCONIIII MISTER! - DOING WHAT THE FUCKIN'ARE MAAN? - Answered the old woman down a bottle of Jack Daniels ... but this would be another story .. the fact is that Silva is a bit 'as my friends, the scene when one of them takes away the jar with the poop from the butt of the pawnbroker, down in the field. What is genius? fantasy insight ... .. here, I believe that Silvio Berlusconi is a kind of genius. crowds. a mad genius. and understand it also forced the palaces, down with jointz moldy in the basement ...
there is someone who fills up with strange writing on billboards Advertising metro milan: ideas such as Lucifer whore, slut etc etc baal. one of these days I do some photos and created a group on feisbuk to find out who is this genius. Then this morning I'm the kind of book that my pocket had brought me from Turkey (always lose the things that give me my, always), fortunately there were only 20 euros in 2nd and restaurant tickets. but the absurd thing is that I fell in Porta Garibaldi, on the route between the railway station and metro station, around a covered walkway. I found out 3 minutes after I fell, I turned back, but there was no trace, gone, sucked into the vortex of the crowd of people who go to the office. then. tomorrow vengono a vedere la casa ed io stasera prima di cena ho ributtato giu i tappeti e dato una rassettata in giro. forse domani mattina mi sveglio alle sette e pulisco il cesso e lavo i piatti. poi. vorrei andare a scalare ma M. nn mi vuole portare con sè. a me scalare la roccia è sempre piaciuto ma poi,abitando in campagna / vicino al mare non jho mai esercitato. M nn mi vuole portare perchè dice che lui ci va per ritrovare se stesso, ma mica io mi metto a parlare di clickpoint e di marginalità mentre sono li che mi arrampico come l'uomo ragno. vabè. intanto il fineseptimana scendo giu e credo che farò l'ultimo w.end al mare aka l'estate sta finendo, un anno se ne va..
E scopro che nulla è cambiato. Che non riesco a semplificare le cose come vorrei. Che sono ancora e vièppiù nella bazza della dea ganja. Che sono a budget anche ad agosto. Che è morta Fernanda Pivano, poetessa e tanto altro (www.fernandapivano.it) . Che nel weekend volevo andare al mare in toscana / liguria, in tenda. Ma il mare non piace proprio a tutti...e allora, e allora forse vado in montagna (collina?). Ma se vado a monte marcello forse si può avere entrambi (?). Devo chiedere a G. Scopro che ho fame (sono le 22,26). Che monza è calda anche la notte e che devo mettermi sotto il lenzuolo per dormire. Che anche se sono stanco perchè non ho dormito una cippa un tot di gente è in ferie e le mail sono poche. e bella lì
Light of Orion of Evanegelisti, I managed to read only half (Eymerich now know it by heart.) After Dark, Murakami Aruk, is a bore. Even this left in half. The instinct of the wolf , July, and wonderful and I read it in three days. LEGGETEVELO. Ask the Dust, John Fante. This is also very nice. But Baricco introduction there has figured a lot .. What the book is that pussy is totally arturo sbalestrato they try to make sense of what happens. With all the pros and cons of the case. City, Baricco, I read the first two pages yesterday. I have never read anything about him and I'm curious. Then I was thinking
Macro Marco is one of the best Italian beatmaker, perhaps the milgiore, feel this remix of Casino Royale.
the remainder going to the beach and relaxing keep it (I write notes on the moleskine)
How to gather' round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present
now Will later be past The order is
Rapidly Fadin '. And the first one now Will later be last
I'll be back in the car by MRI starting at 10 am. Smoothly until Roncobilaccio, go out the exit and go to the restaurant to eat a Florentine ronco 1kg. homemade fettuccine with mushrooms. potatoes. San Pelligrino water. I place myself in the car for the last part of the way and 5 are at home. Very good, although not all stereo. I thought a lot (even). And sang. Or at least trying to remember the songs. And I do not know what strange mystery, I found myself singing Guccini. That's why I put two (or three, four, 5) video below. And while I was rushing to 140 on the general convex on the A1 I told myself that I can (still) call themselves anarchists (Babylon I did not fold), and that the revolution did not do in the living room, complete with crystal stemware. Revolution is a matter of attitude and approach things. Then I was reminded of these verses (always Guccini):
Fantasy can bring bad if you do not know well how to tame it, but cheap, worth what it's worth, and you can no longer prevent to use it; I, God willing, I am not your father, I have not the balls square, you have the twisted fantasy ideas, go with the mind and short legs, then you will always have a good time to fix it: the ways of the world you are open, so always have your back covered and you will always good excuse to reject it! To reject you were a genius, wasting time to reject me, but there is no excuse, there is no remedy, if I look good no, there's a reason; born in March, born sock, caste who dreams of 'being a bitch, when you're inside you want to be always looking out past loves and you canceled all out but you, but here I nail you to those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown 's yesterday, lost forever in search of what is not there, I here to nail you those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown 's yesterday lost forever in search of what is not there, here I nail you to those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown' s Yesterday lost forever in search of what is not there ...
Still, as I'm reading John Fante, Ask the Dust. A beautiful book. Why is the protagonist (Catholic) is penniless, squanders his money, falls in love with a girl and wants (it is believed to be) a great writer. But this is not the point. The point is that slips between the tragic and the comic seamlessly. If you read this book there is a unique mood. Or rather the mood of Ask the Dust is that the type is not broken, maybe bend sometimes, but that is always there with cazzimma. already to be operated. convex
the holidays are over for a week. Epper I am continuing to read (now Ask the Dust by John Fante). not easy to find a good book, one that maintains that the title seems to say, those well written, and who have something to say. often the books are full of lies and make you believe that then become wonderful stories (broken promises). other times ugly and you insist on reading them in full just because you say no, you may be so insignificant. then there are really good ones that you feel lucky to read them. where there are so many things inside cacchiarola think that the author just has to be a genius. how did this to slide over the abyss so light? exercise domain someone said, then I'll explain:)
as usual on holiday I have time to read a bit '. I'm a lap burn the city of hustlers and Culicchia Pasolini. Although according to R. The first would be a kind of masterpiece hilarious to me just did not like. tell the life of these 3 dj house of turin you make cocaine from morning to night carousing through creative agencies, political careerists and girls all the same with the fringe and the tribal girl on the ass like the big brother is quite insignificant. it is clear Culicchia writes well I'll smile and some tears. But I have another idea of \u200b\u200bwriting a script that says something, in this book, I know that Culicchia even tried. boys life instead splits. I started reading it because I had never read anything by Pasolini. situations and the characters are so realistic that pulls out (ita postwar and beyond) to seem surreal. is a life that is taking a bite from these stakeholders must necessarily turn the day to not succumb. and then it's all right, and turn a few thousand pounds you can do anything. so within a few hours the money will end up bringing some friends to fuck bitch fat and hairy, making money fool some gambling, or simply going to buy clothes luxury to spend an afternoon a gentleman (and back to Dorima the night under the bridges). and think about it, perhaps, to light of Pasolini, Culicchia also makes sense (I love contradicting myself). at the end Iaio dj dj dj boh zombies and have the same attitude Riccetto, Angel and caciotta, and whether these three were catapulted in turin / Milan / Rome no more than to take drugs, get laid, etc ...
amended back into the studio to rec after a couple of years ya know from game
"Motto"
[Intro: Method Man] Yo .. . shhhhhhiiiiiiit aww!
[Hook: Method Man] My niggaz, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll
[Method Man] If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore Ya'll got love for me? I got love for you and yours Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin' Like Tyson, when nothin' else work I'll start bitin' My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin' it win Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again I'm what's crackin', like your mamma smokin' again
[Chorus: Method Man] If you see a model, then you might see me follow Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto: "Ya'll might just win today, but I'll be back tomorrow"
[Method Man] Ya'll tryin' to get me started Who on the short yellow bus tryin' to get retarded? Kid don't be the artist, formerly known as artist Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest Where the bastards at and where they habitats? I send they asses back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces That's why women love me and any nigga that's like me Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin' this dough instead Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe, pocket like 'Face Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit, soon as you smelt me
[Chorus]
[Method Man] For what it's worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first My niggaz need work, mami buggin', rippin' my t-shirt We can kick it until our feet hurt Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this tall drink of water Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu Method Man, live at your venue Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick, like he mental Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll got your wake up calls, and..
No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine) The high yellow moon wont come out to play: (that high yellow moon wont come out to play) I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light, (and the stage) and the stage my day into night, yeah. Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh) Wont someone tell me? cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found - (must be somewhere for me) Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!), Where the living is harder (la-la!).
Concrete jungle (la la-la!): Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best. wo-ooh, yeah. No chains around my feet, But Im not free, oh-ooh! I know I am bound here in captivity; Gyeah, now - (never, never) Ive never known happiness; (never, never) Ive never known what sweet caress is - Still, Ill be always laughing like a clown; Wont someone help me? cause I (sweet life) - Ive got to pick myself from off the ground (must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! - In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!): I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh! Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, wont you let me be (la la-la!), now. Hey! oh, now! --- /guitar solo/ ---
questa è proprio una bella musica, mentre ieri sera mi guardavo la meglio gioventù su sky, che non mi metto a dire perchè perchè è stupendo, dovete scoprirlo da soli. vedevelo ( o scaricatevelo) e basta.
Instant karmas gonna get you Gonna knock you right on the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon youre gonna be dead What in the world you thinking of Laughing in the face of love What on earth you tryin to do Its up to you, yeah you
Instant karmas gonna get you Gonna look you right in the face Better get yourself together darlin Join the human race How in the world you gonna see Laughin at fools like me Who in the hell dyou think you are A super star Well, right you are
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Evryone come on
Instant karmas gonna get you Gonna knock you off your feet Better recognize your brothers Evryone you meet Why in the world are we here Surely not to live in pain and fear Why on earth are you there When youre evrywhere Come and get your share
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on Come on and on and on on on Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on On and on and on on and on
Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Yeah we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Sono 5 mesi che non aggiorno... che dire? Non ho molte novità... come è ben noto, non sono per niente interessante.
L'anno è cominciato abbastanza male, lavorativamente parlando. Non si muove una foglia. C'è Crisi, si dice... ma molti degli investimenti sono bloccati sono le "paura" e non per veri motivi. Speriamo bene, teniamo le dita incrociate.
