Sunday, January 17, 2010

Disk Juggler Reboot System



I'm writing with my feet. I ruined your day.
What despair!

Land Roofing Edmond Ok

In my lifetime I have dedicated 70% of my blog fog. I think. Or at least I have this impression ontological. It would be nice to breathe the mist.

Today I live in the middle of nowhere ... (Italianize for that wonderful Anglo-Saxon expression that is "in the middle of nowhere") just seen there's nothing out here. Only white ... god how I love the fog ...

so ... my thought is drowned in the infinite and sweet to shipwreck in this sea ...

Ps: my fridge breathe. I swear he breathes. Mom says it is because Class A +.

Pps: Giacomo Leopardi had really understood everything, but everything of life ... and if that Susy that "if you walk into the optical Leopardi ... well ... then I'm sorry for you, from there's no going back. "

PPPS: [initials are beginning to resemble the name of a strange medical protocol or whatever] if you were not here to fuck I would have more time to devote to a lot of things.



your , Leopard ata , GiaLz.

Friday, January 15, 2010

How Do You Delete Saved Games On Gpsphone



"But just because you take it with me and all the people there?"
ecco.questa is a question I often ask myself to people.
"Why inspire violence
This is what we respond.






I give it to violence. Hang from a hook, squartatevi, dissanguatevi, bleached, vomit, scream until you will break the vocal cords.

are destroyed.
missing just a day where everything will lead to yet another folly.
I even cut my hair today, after 15 days since the last time. It did not work. This is serious. SERIOUS.






Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta. Basta.



I wish I could affect your aorta. Porcaputtana. Quell'aorta button. Kill yourself. And then maybe you say that "youth is a cannibal."
spit shit on the internet waiting for my phone starts to be controlled.

Waiting for the next murder are looking for then I understand that there are more than a normal eighteen year old. With mental health problems. But it's not my fault, I can tell. It is not my fault, why should it be? I was born wanting to save humanity.
I realize to be an interesting case. Yes they are. I also know that this would be the perfect background, the best breeding ground for a potential serial killer.
"I will kill you." But why?

I would say that YOU KILL ME.


... I want here, now, a confession that makes you enjoy seeing me in agony.


Well done, congratulations.



Yours, nerves, GiaLz

Monday, January 4, 2010

Black Death Acrosstic Poem



We often hear of people who autocrocifiggono for failure to notice the depression that was destroying those around him.
I see the clock time to rush. And I feel that I look into the void. Without concluding anything. And I autocrocifiggo for not having noticed before having any serious problem.