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that I'm ashamed, I'm going

Fuck the privacy of certain subjects that haunt the network,

I will only show the threads that emerged from my indignation at the publication on fb a photo of a soldier with the flamethrower accompanied by a caption: "Who said that Gypsies will not be greeted with warmth?". I regret very much

that the print screen does not have a big performance. Get glasses and notice how this small rectangle of pixels embodies the motivation that led me to decide to leave this country to shit.

I do not care the least if some friends of friends of these two young specimens of Italy will feel embarrassed. I have been for 25 years.

The Brazilian En Streaming

LIVE! e.. live (but do not want to see that I've got nothing understood?)

I have always rejected with all my might emotions unnecessary. So almost all of them.

I have little confidence in the habit, the cabal. Provo intolerance towards those who revels in the feelings and makes this an oily mass from sticking to everything. We fry thoughts, words and actions. See the world with eyes smeared with feelings and through this film sees reality more complicated, more anxiety. When, during a dive, the mask fogs up a clump of algae exchange for a sea monster or a stone to a precious treasure.

Then there are those who are trained instead to keep the lenses perfectly clean to always have full control of himself and of the seabed. No surprises. The objective of well-calibrated, fixed on the way to go. From A to B without passing through X. As during a climb, save time, oxygen and energy becomes a principle of conduct. The rationale

frustrated those who observed, like a reed, bending at the mercy of emotion. But he can not do anything about it because "there are none so deaf as those who do not want to hear" or worst of those who do not want to wake up dormant.

From there to be arrogant step is very short, because the rationale is told that his way is the right one. What is he that smart, which has the one that understood everything.

And if ..

And if this were not so?

And if there LIVE! and live? How U MIRACLE! E. .. u miracle "Troisi .. not that it is filtering reality through the famous oily mass that you can figure it out? To explain shit and fully enjoy our achievements? Stuffing every moment of enthusiasm and disdain .. Falling in love at every corner, hating so furious day in and day out. Crying for a birthday present or unexpected shouting their anger to the four winds for another disappointment?

I do not know the answer. Meanwhile, I will limit myself to admit that sometimes, during the famous trek from A to B maybe a detour to shoot two cocks in front of a crack but the awesome beauty indescribable .. You could also do.

Doctor's Checkup For Female

YOUNG IDIOTS GROW. There is talk of us from small ...

I like to win easy. When you're nostalgic we win easy. There is talk of
whims. Superfluous. At that time you seemed a matter of life or death and that after many years (not even too much) it makes you feel incredibly stupid (or old).

Since we are born we are immediately harassed by someone or something that tells us what we want, what we desire, what we need to feel good, far from being marginal totals. Being part of a group entitled by Mattel or the Malaguti is too important and too vital to be settled by common sense without a parent he or she looks like a monster in the eyes of her son.

The stage of life to which I refer goes from elementary school to high school. The snack


sore. To Primary mom I have never bought a snack, even tarot. At the break I saw my friends and sip gin cov Estathè with the same lust of those who tasted oysters and champagne. And I am nothing. "Make a hearty breakfast and come straight to lunch," he reassured his mother.
But it was only a matter of preserving the appetite. My childhood and adolescence was preservatives / dyes-free. All that was preserved was not allowed in my house. Only fresh and organic stuff. So, no snacks, no ice cream packed, but nothing particularly Nutella. But at this point my mother came up to me buying a "hazelnut spread Valsoia" which put mistakenly in the fridge. Not exactly the same thing ...
So we said, the status symbol snack: negative.
few years ago I bought the Camille. I throw everything in the process. Orange foam (because they said they were at the core) as a slinguata cloying treacle. Never more then ever. The crystal ball


you remember for sure. Colored blob that sold in tubes. It was not even blow a Murano glass and we were playing in the living room because ".. does not break anything and does not stain .. "but it makes you two glands from mumps.
Apart from the fact that stains all right, I remember that I did not go to school the day after my first tiny balloon, pain. I do not know it
came into my house as a game as chemical ..

My minipony
Cavallini pastel-colored nylon with manes that not even a dragqueen. They had stars tattooed on the ass and a nauseating smell. A toy in a child. And also you had to comb the tail, as they did on TV. And then crush the afternoon brushing a tuft of hair sticking out from the turquoise ass tattoo of a horse vanilla. All regular.

The sweet f homo / popcorn / ice cream / FISHERPRICE
How exciting. Emulate their mothers in household chores. Doing the dishes, an iron sheets, and cooking at the tender age 5 years of not knowing what we do then for 80 years. And the fucking oven cooks the pizza really. If you do not c'avevi the Fornino were a beggar. But I have not suffered. Began the age of ... ...

Sapientino
my drug. I spent hours alone playing co'm infernal contraption. Peee error! PEEEEEEE error! Demeaning to the maximum. But with Europe Sapientino I learned by heart all the capitals, the dishes, monuments, traditional costumes, lakes, rivers and flags until PEEEEE that I have not heard any more. It was a matter between me and him. It was the m ia dignity. PEEEEE you say to someone else. Great satisfaction until I realized I no longer gave me error .. but only because the batteries were over.

Gira fashion
I could talk for hours about this damn contraption. Rub a crayon on a surface in relief, leaving the impression on paper is not to know how to draw. All models were utter. The death of creativity in children. In fact, the mother was not very well .. But like a vicious circle, and used it more than you hated what you tried to draw freehand. Then I lost with pastel crayon-holder and the rest of my career as a designer in a drawer .. The multi-colored pen


A phallic object totally impossible to hold. A device full of springs and levers that I have learned to turn with the teeth (how many times I got sliced \u200b\u200bthe tip of my tongue .. But why?). Many colors and many perfumes. The calligraphy that he obtained was similar to that of a primate to ulto with Parkinson's and since I could not have the basic right to call myself an amanuensis, the teacher forbade me to use it at school. During the lesson, I'm all co yard. Tick \u200b\u200btick tick tick like a class spent most notebooks with colorful and fragrant of Europe.

The years go by .. The idiocy is

Middle School

The Tamagotchi
The apotheosis of dementia. The poster for the frustration the child is denied a pet. Brilliant. Does not stink, not dirty, do not eat, caca, no. And the mothers met (not mine, which was never made such a request). In return, the child began to fight with the first crisis of anxiety because, during the hours of mathematics was not able to feed the bird just born and now he had become anorexic because of lack of attention. The chick ignored decided to shred the pens to express discomfort and the young master was convinced not to be a good father. "... I've got the chick in a coma, I'll never be anyone in my life ... . All hell broke loose when the mother discovered the ".. See? And if a pet was not it? You are not mature enough to have a dog, said tel'avevo "
Velo compassionate release of feline and canine Tamagotchi: the Bit Bit, which went straight to the eldest. The original toy was a niche for children's radical chic.

the afternoon at Luna Park in Viale Marconi
The place to be. If you count, we were going. And without their parents, of course! The fauna of the exhibition consisted of three subgroups:

• I tamarri punjeeball around.
• I tamarri to make the tanks.
• I tamarri on Tagada.

All the notes Molella, Gigi D'Ag, of course. It
saliva only on rides more gore because every gesture was an affirmation of one's being great. Woe to buy ice cream or brigidino. Smelled like infant .. DR MARTENS The


The only shoes that 15 years now, not ever fall in price. Amphibians heavy as bricks, all colors and patterns. Since then the noise of the world has surged. They were the millions of teenagers who were walking amphibious dragging their feet.
course soon after came the Doctor tarot. The parents were trying to rivogarle naive children who immediately observed ".. is too high, sbombata too, the seam should be yellow, the rubber is too dark, the laces are different, this is not likely dark brown .. Sgancia 200 000 pounds, do you take me to / a? "
But then ... Who the fuck am Dr. Martens?

high school

The BOOSTER
Spirit or Generation Was it made no difference. This was the buster buster. The ugliest scooter ever made. But the most fair. The original.
then oh well the 14-year-old is a fan of fifties. Model recognizes the hearing to fart away.
To each his own:

• Booster spirit: from Truzzi / a
• Scarabeo: conceited dandy / a
• Zip: low profile, for those who do not have to say through a two-wheeler
• F10: some inherited from his older brother, back down in front of design
• Phantom: aggressive but not too
• Firefox: futuristic lines, vaguely aeronautical
• Typhoon: Big Butt, a young girl pussy, absolutely not man, that if his lust must be satisfied with a Typhoon model blue Benetton F1
• Liberty / Free: elegant, not presumptuous, for all Family
• Nitro: THE BAD par excellence, reminiscent of the features of a crab alien
• Runner: huge, glowing a beast, only Men
• SR: the king in April, under the ass of the king of the bush, majestic

The helmet should be of non-integral MROBERTS. After having paid 150 000 pounds had to smear him and release him immediately of the visor. What
acumen.

Again I would just like to know some of your fixed childhood / adolescence .. Not that I do not remember anymore. Indeed. But I would rather draw a veil .. And luckily I consider myself a counter ..

Letter Confirmationcatholics

Catfight! We talk about friendships between women

age-old question, as true as trite.

Women complain of the opposite sex since kindergarten. The report

with the male is the theme of nearly every discussion and conversation. Ok, then, cliches abound that "men are from Mars bla bla", "He does not understand me", "We speak two different languages," "There is no dialogue," there is sharing, "" the Our relationship is unbalanced, "" There's a wall between us, "" We women ... We women ... We women .... "

Personally, I have always found much more difficulty in

understand / communicate / share with women.

And all the women will tell you the same thing.

But then all women will have a best friend because they have not yet decided whether to believe in friendship between man and woman.

But without taking charge of the friendships established, two women who come together from scratch, perhaps made by some male friend attractive, they will see their level of tolerance to the human being able to collapse to zero in seconds.

There is no justice. If we know a jerk, we are ready to laugh at his jokes very funny. We tell ourselves that it is not fair to stop at the first impression. We give you the opportunity to redeem himself. With the new arrival, this kind of indulgence undergoes a collapse irreversible. You're a woman, you say fucked up (but not, just a facial expression not congenial to us): you're dead. You radiata. Branded as a head of cattle. A scarlet letter that says in no time at all you maidens painting in front of the crack. And apart from the waltz of the titles: the stupid, the careless, the dead of sleep, the pig, the teacher, what must be calm, the queen of the world, tectonics, the teeth, the Boccalon, the Butt, the caregiver (for hair color), the ice cream (for the white pants), the hairy one that just cel'ha her, the dwarf, dried cod, the top, the yellow (the color for jaundice) and so on. And this name if it does not take away ever again, even after trying his sympathy / interest / righteousness / intelligence / sensitivity / eloquence / sense of taste. Indeed. More and worse is trying to rebel. Remains entangled in your name as a self-fulfilling prophecy. For years I was the bitch and the bitch is what got a lot to me. But that's another story.

Women are struggling to make the team. And if they do is a facade, a project or temporary basis. After the moment, everything disappears. Each won the tournament at home. After the trivial, travel spree to do with the children of the crack.

"Then, Saturday dinner, evening women. Men home. "= "Talking cock" ergo man (in spirit), however, breaks in the "women-only evening."

the workplace, do not talk about. Obviously, with some exceptions, the new co-worker gives less chances to get to know and appreciate. At first glance it is not a partner, a new sailor on the ship company. It 'an intruder with a shovel to spread on the face of the Crete Senesi (= heavy makeup), a threat to the status quo which, paradoxically, is to join forces veterans who maybe 20 minutes before you could not see.

Personally, at least during childhood and adolescence, I was able to escape more or less because I did not put in a position to be considered a potential threat. I was lonely and a little owl. Do not raise major dislikes because with my presence that I just wind the status quo.

Then I strung together a series of growing antipathy (against my will) and, paradoxically, I do not have hardly noticed (because she is careful not to engage in polemics face to face).

In high school we were a class of 24, women only. The tension is sometimes cut with an ax to addiction and from there the pace was very quick. I did not expect to find friends and I did not even anything to solve the problem. The first few years, despite my own attitude to PR I found two of number. As good as the bread. I do not deserve any at all. I had too much ass.

Then, as within an experiment nuclear chemist, formed a shapeless conglomerate of six subjects XX. A cocktail that worked for years. And apart from a couple of defections, it still works great. But this is only and exclusively because of a product selection based on the time and especially cross-anchors of character. There is no leader and there is a trailer. Who wanted to be the leader and who has begun to do the trailer car is ejected, as Darwin taught us.

emphasize that mine are more general considerations. Do not want to provoke the ire of some little woman straight that as a missionary welcomes all with open arms, without prejudice. I notice when I have X-rays on the face of a girl I do virtual slapped on the hands because they are not stupid to recognize the error and what I can at least try not to externalize the report (unless it is with my three XX, then walk there if not for feel-good comments, trouble). But this only confirms what the x-ray is an unfortunate part of our conditioned reflex that automatically, as if we touched a nerve.