.
No, no, no, but what writer's block ... but that terror of the blank page. These things do not exist.
are legends, you know? Simply
leggende.LEGGENDE.
Believe me it is.
I have no difficulty.
It 'easy to write six things every day ...
Just stand in front of the sheet and they come ...
Believe me it is.
Here I said: Just stand in front of the white paper and they come.
mmmmmm .... yes ..
Ok, maybe it's the fault of the position, I should not write so always sitting in a precarious
ok ok, I started to scrivania adesso... ecco fatto... ora sono pronto...
Qualcuno vuole un caffè? No?
Vabbè io lo prendo, così mi sveglio un po'.
Now I'm just ready.
But what happens now?
fingers do not slide like lightning on the page.
Absurd.
not feel even the voices in my head usually *. It 's like if I was left alone. Maybe last night i medici cattivi hanno esagerato. Maledetti dottori, anzi dottorini.
Hanno questa brutta mania di attaccarmi alla macchina, ogni volta che mi addormento. (sbarrando gli occhi e con voce da bambino) tutti quegli elettrodi e tutta quella elettricità (pausa) (pausa) (pausa) cosa stavo dicendo?
Ah yes: the six things. So So So: at work!
mumble mumble mumble ...
Today it is complicated. What can I do? I can do? What can I do?
Ah yes, but sure: how I did not think about it before? I'm just careless.
I just need a little 'inspiration! (turn on your PC, go to youporn, look for "blowjob")
is yes (and gaze upon the video) , if all goes as always, should now get the inspiration for a healthy and beautiful story 'love. Readers
six things ready: I \u200b\u200bwill do your hearts beat wildly (uah. ah. Ah. Ah.)
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nothing nothing nothing.
Fuck.
Someone has thrown me, yes, that can not be that way. Baricco has been, or De Luca, or - why not? - Benni. Jealous bastards. They hate me because I'm young and talented and they are rather old and rincitrulliti.
But I'll show him, I'll do ....
I'll show me, I'll do ....
Ok ok calm .. quiet ... CALM.
There must be a solution. There is always a solution, gosh.
And if you were talking to Berlusconi?
No Berlusconi is too obvious. And then just politics, I broke the balls: I do nothing but talk about politics all day long. In at least six things, I want to talk about something else.
And if I make a nice metaracconto, or a story about a story?
Naaaaaa too obvious ... Or I could do
a story about a blogger who can not find what to write on his blog ...
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that crap .....
Think Daniel thinks.
(giving himself punched in the head)
Flip fucking: Think! RIFLEEEEEETTTIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!! (superhuman cry that is lost in the depths of the metropolis, almost a bark)
I know!
THERE!
CI SOOOONOOOOOOOO !!!!!!! (more superhuman cry that is lost in the depths of the metropolis. This time it looks more like a howl)
Today I make an exception to the rule! Today
really write a list of things that make life worth living!
Yes! Once in a while I can afford to be sweet, eccheccazzo!
But yes, today's post will be a list of things that feel good in the ass and pessimism.
Yes! It works, it works, and how if it works!
They are right and Antonella Valeria: This blog is still too cynical, even when he pretends to be funny. I can not
always take the piss out of everyone.
fact that I know? I dedicate this post to them.
Ready?
The hundred things that make life worth living today are:
* those who do things, see people, kill old men
are legends, you know? Simply
leggende.LEGGENDE.
Believe me it is.
I have no difficulty.
It 'easy to write six things every day ...
Just stand in front of the sheet and they come ...
Believe me it is.
Here I said: Just stand in front of the white paper and they come.
( hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in a circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in a circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
mmmmmm .... yes ..
Ok, maybe it's the fault of the position, I should not write so always sitting in a precarious
ok ok, I started to scrivania adesso... ecco fatto... ora sono pronto...
(balla di fieno che rotola stancamente nel deserto)
(folate di vento)
(porta del saloon fantasma che sbatte e risbatte)
(avvoltoi che volano in circolo, laggiù oltre il villaggio)
(lupi che ululano alla luna, da qualche parte oltre l'orizzonte)
(folate di vento)
(porta del saloon fantasma che sbatte e risbatte)
(avvoltoi che volano in circolo, laggiù oltre il villaggio)
(lupi che ululano alla luna, da qualche parte oltre l'orizzonte)
Qualcuno vuole un caffè? No?
Vabbè io lo prendo, così mi sveglio un po'.
(beve il caffè)
Now I'm just ready.
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
But what happens now?
fingers do not slide like lightning on the page.
Absurd.
not feel even the voices in my head usually *. It 's like if I was left alone. Maybe last night i medici cattivi hanno esagerato. Maledetti dottori, anzi dottorini.
Hanno questa brutta mania di attaccarmi alla macchina, ogni volta che mi addormento. (sbarrando gli occhi e con voce da bambino) tutti quegli elettrodi e tutta quella elettricità (pausa) (pausa) (pausa) cosa stavo dicendo?
(balla di fieno che rotola stancamente nel deserto)
(folate di vento)
(porta del saloon fantasma che sbatte e risbatte)
(avvoltoi che volano in circolo, laggiù oltre il villaggio)
(lupi che ululano the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(folate di vento)
(porta del saloon fantasma che sbatte e risbatte)
(avvoltoi che volano in circolo, laggiù oltre il villaggio)
(lupi che ululano the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
Ah yes: the six things. So So So: at work!
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
mumble mumble mumble ...
Today it is complicated. What can I do? I can do? What can I do?
Ah yes, but sure: how I did not think about it before? I'm just careless.
I just need a little 'inspiration! (turn on your PC, go to youporn, look for "blowjob")
is yes (and gaze upon the video) , if all goes as always, should now get the inspiration for a healthy and beautiful story 'love. Readers
six things ready: I \u200b\u200bwill do your hearts beat wildly (uah. ah. Ah. Ah.)
(the video ends with no major surprises youporn)
(Bale hay rolls wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(Bale hay rolls wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Nothing nothing nothing.
Fuck.
Someone has thrown me, yes, that can not be that way. Baricco has been, or De Luca, or - why not? - Benni. Jealous bastards. They hate me because I'm young and talented and they are rather old and rincitrulliti.
But I'll show him, I'll do ....
I'll show me, I'll do ....
(end of the second video youporn (category: "anal"))
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
Ok ok calm .. quiet ... CALM.
There must be a solution. There is always a solution, gosh.
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circle over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling at the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
And if you were talking to Berlusconi?
(hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
(wind gusts)
(Phantom saloon door slamming and risbatte)
(vultures flying in circles over there beyond the village)
(wolves howling the moon, somewhere beyond the horizon)
No Berlusconi is too obvious. And then just politics, I broke the balls: I do nothing but talk about politics all day long. In at least six things, I want to talk about something else.
And if I make a nice metaracconto, or a story about a story?
Naaaaaa too obvious ... Or I could do
a story about a blogger who can not find what to write on his blog ...
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that crap .....
Think Daniel thinks.
(giving himself punched in the head)
Flip fucking: Think! RIFLEEEEEETTTIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!! (superhuman cry that is lost in the depths of the metropolis, almost a bark)
I know!
THERE!
CI SOOOONOOOOOOOO !!!!!!! (more superhuman cry that is lost in the depths of the metropolis. This time it looks more like a howl)
Today I make an exception to the rule! Today
really write a list of things that make life worth living!
Yes! Once in a while I can afford to be sweet, eccheccazzo!
( stop the hay bale rolling wearily in the desert)
But yes, today's post will be a list of things that feel good in the ass and pessimism.
(disassemble the gusts of wind and puts them in their case)
Yes! It works, it works, and how if it works!
(repairing the door of the saloon)
They are right and Antonella Valeria: This blog is still too cynical, even when he pretends to be funny. I can not
always take the piss out of everyone.
(scatters vultures flying in circles)
fact that I know? I dedicate this post to them.
(embracing the wolves howling at the moon and whispers to them, "you can go now")
Ready?
The hundred things that make life worth living today are:
- play the piano with Umberto Smaila, while Toto Cutugno waiting tables and playing the accordion Brunetta
- all the words that rhyme with "anus"
- all the words that become beautiful to them if you add an "s" (Water bottle, orca, butter, cocoa, fireplace, etc.)
- the games for single men
- the ancient and noble sphincter incontinence
- rides unstable over many, many children but jubilant
- Polish twins heterozygous
- pulpette the shit
- rape with barbie dolls Masters
- Canazza of the mannera
- enemas to pinacolada
- fairies with hemorrhoids
- syrup crigno
- flaming farts
- escorts, too few and too expensive
- Schillaci and magical nights in pursuit of the goals
- the filmazzi of fur in the blacks
- illegal building, the largest resources of this South is even opposed by the strong powers of the State and Europe
- oversized bananas
- Balliemo
- the cottonfiocs use & use, yet warm
- those people who say, "I started studying from tomorrow" and then do a shit
- the children of priests (to them the Kingdom, they are the truth)
- those who can read lips (or the deaf and the voyeur)
- interventions prostate
- carried over in the wind
- the Hippo
- lotions baldness
- grammar hairy
- regular menstruation
- dear old dwarf Congenital
- plastic surgery performed blindly
- comments on kiss with his tongue, made live while you scratch the paccozzo
- the calls of fureshta
- tits free big tits
- tits small
- animists
- poetry
- luxurious fur
- vulgarity in all its meanings
- ticks from dogs
- animals for towing and cargo
- strength dell'ammore!
- the teeth of the old
- genius
- equine excrement
- the infamous
- the nananas
- el Ghita
- blades sharp
- coitus in the dark
- beat Rita Levi Montalcini
- the secret movie and never seen Gandhi who beats a child crippled
- quadrupeds animated
- rakes to clean
- money cutting large
- those small cut
- bulls incornanti
- invest Ligabue A tractor
- the ancestors of other
- crisps with rum
- loves red light
- Sticchi's exuberant rallies in the square
- ending in civil war
- behinds to the mandolin
- kill a panda panda kill two
- kill panda
- illegitimate children
- breaths pestilential
- the persons who do not kiss, they do come herpes
- Saragat
- false invalids
- the word sburrita in all its myriad meanings
- words that rhyme with "Aunt pacch'i'tta"
- sessuanti books, the ones that are read with one hand
- the maronnadelcarmine
- parcels pubic
- false medical certificates
- those good old days when it was cold in winter and in summer you sweat
- alive maradona
- the hoes
- the hysterical queens
- crooked teeth (Shanghai version)
- cardiac arrhythmias
- the cacuoccioli pastime
- bouillon cubes and their inexhaustible charge goodness
- jazz
- the burps angry
- fouls abnormal
- the horoscope of the international
- the lunches of onions
- quail syrup
- the death knell of the other
- resorts with the toilets Turkish
- hungry zombies
- Batman Robin has anal
- put my fucking profile
- the ruocchenroll
* those who do things, see people, kill old men
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