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At 6:53 a frosty morning in February, while the city is still shrouded in fog, the Love of Cain McCain leaves sadly behind her comfortable home in the middle of the red heart and clean of Cain McCain.
cold outside and there is nobody on the street.
Love of Cain McCain understands immediately that this was a shitty day. The head of the pulse and vomiting.
While walking down the dark and hostile city, he notices that someone has designed a polling station in front of a large pea on a sheet of paper on which is written: your cock, I'm going tomorrow in Switzerland. How blame him? , think about the love of McCain. When he governs from the pea of \u200b\u200bMcCain, there were always only problems: corruption, misery, grief, insecurity, poverty, crisis. Not that the opposition leader (McCain's brain), things went much better, but at least you had the opportunity to discuss the proposals, not everything is flattened to a mere speech hormone.
At 6:58 o'clock, the love of Cain McCain takes the subway to reach the North branch Sentimental McCain, or McCain himself Cain's eyes, like every damn morning of his life commuting. along the way, the heart of McCain note with regret that the uvula McCain is pretty shabby, a sign that the night before, McCain has once again indulged too much in what seems his only favorite pastime: karaoke.
At about 7:17, the love of Cain McCain reaches his work place, behind his glasses perched on his aquiline nose bone to McCain.
clocks in, dragging her to the station, turn the terminal, see his face reflected on the screen of the OS, check out the few vaguely mail arrived in the night, read the horoscope by Rob Brezny, stretches, taking care to adhere well to the back of his chair along the back of work , yawns, scratches his paccozzo and finally started working. The
retching, meanwhile, are becoming more acute and profound.
At 7:23, Cain McCain decides to wake up. His head is still the beating heart, the hangover after the night before, her mouth thick with who knows what, that burns the throat and a huge need to get some 'air. He goes groping in the window, opens the lungs and breathes in the cold morning air, convinced that it is really healthy.
front of him, in the meantime, the city Squaderno to his eyes, huge and fast asleep.
At 07:24, the green light on the end of the love of Cain McCain suddenly becomes red. The heart of Cain
McCain has just returned to his desk after having coffee with a good sense of Cain McCain, an old friend who sails in a bad way.
The red light does jump up.
Go straight to the window and he does not like what he sees:
a photo that hinders the visual field of the Love of Cain McCain, making it impossible to achieve what their regular meetings with other emotions said to be his main objective of short-term for the current month , namely: the search for adult female of the species Homo sapiens, with a chromosome as to be pleasing to the eye and touch, and above all willing to give in to the advances of not more Young Cain McCain.
E 'giant photo of Mrs. McCain that fills by itself, the wall of an entire building.
Desy Faraday (this is the maiden name of Mrs McCain) is immortalized while opening a yogurt with berries cleverly called: you-gurt. The lips of Mrs. McCain are parted in an expression that can be both voluptuous and desire. Those lips are difficult to scordare.
Hanno qualcosa di regale, non si capisce bene cosa, ma di sicuro è qualcosa di potente, qualcosa che ti obbliga a prostrarti al loro cospetto. Ma non è solo questo.
La pelle nivea del viso, quasi diafana, non fa altro che accentuarne la bellezza, che si irradia dal cartellone, verso tutte le direzioni. Niente di volgare, sia ben inteso. La sig.ra McCain non ha bisogno di mostrare le tette, basta gettare uno sguardo, anche distratto, nella sua direzione per capirlo. Le sue labbra socchiuse sono sufficienti, da sole, a creare ingorghi e tamponamenti a catena. Un suo ex ragazzo, una volta, le disse che Dio su di lei non si era soltanto forzato a creare qualcosa di assolutamente bello, ma si era addirittura accanito. Probabilmente that guy was right: Mrs. McCain was enough alone to justify any crime.
At 7:25, the Love of Cain McCain tries to adjust the levels of serotonin in the blood to push McCain to get away from that picture, but without any result.
also attempts to temporarily lower the amount of oxygen carried to the brain, in order to distract McCain, but is equally useless Cain McCain is still desperately, desperately as well, and certainly unnecessary in love with Desy Faraday, what has been Mrs. McCain for a period of time long enough to make him mad. At 7:26
Cain McCain carried away by memories, through her tears.
The worst of them does something like this:
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centers closed in the popular heart, sun, Baleno, the cold nights, the concerts punk-hardcore, theft of water and electricity, the international political situation, you told me: I'm afraid I can not, do not take it anymore, I told you: it is quiet, we'll make it, and the courts, and detention on remand, and the devastation and looting, the lights of December embraced in front of the gas stove, the others are passed out under the arcades, I love you Pauline, Pauline you please take us away, maracaibo sea force nine, escape, yes, but where?, what you wrote, what I wrote, the crimes of association, searches, "here are public policy I Okay? the housing issue, the flags of Israel burned alive, and warm tears, tears for Charles, Dax tears, tears for Sun and Baleno, travels the world turns, in space without end, Republic founded on work
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not renew the contracts, hello, hello mubarak, CIA CIA, x-rays, laid off, Mirafiori, night patrols chasing illegal immigrants, the criminal association, its make-up remover in the bathroom, eyes that are rusting, the flame of the proletariat, S. Agata, S. Lucia, S. Rosalia, priests access to heaven, the eye liner on the heart, partisan take me away, blacks and white night skies, small kingdoms, a few people, we are women, are women over the legs there is more, telephone directories, the six things, Pinochet is dead, the feast of the bastard, bargaining national collective, the skin, the buddha on the tables, airports, international phone cards, the coordination of collective colleges, mutual aid societies, rent, please take me away partisan
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e forte il pugno che colpirà in ogni paese in ogni città, ed è rossa la sua bandiera, ci sta scritto libertà, September 16, the Anti-Fascist Committee, Fish, Pedro, the five-pointed stars, the blackmail of Marchionne, the draft Martinotti, loads of beer, fists, batons, the fascists, the number plate, buses, miracles economic, mental hospitals, where you all go?, Friday blacks, my eyes, your, those of his companions in the parades, the love that goes, the love that is, the viados, Termini Imerese, the Cesame, the 'ST maicroelettronics, the militancy, the marches of April 25, told me: I'm afraid, do not leave me, please, I'm afraid, would say that quiet, the charges do not last long, looking not only to be alone, try not to remain only own, seek only to not be alone
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cerca soltanto di non restare sola nella tua cassa-integrazione, look not only to be alone in your prisons, not only seeks to be alone in your U.S. military bases, not only seeks to be alone in your dancing alternatives, seeking not only to be alone in your financial crisis, seeks not only to be left alone in your hard discount stores, seeking not only to be alone in your financial crises, in your 41 a, in your depleted uranium in your
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La tua Palestina e la mia, amore.
La tua Palestina e la mia, amore.
E poi Israele.
Israele a non finire.
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