150th Anniversary of the boot
150 FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF BOOTS HERE IS THE ANTHEM MULTIDIALETTALE:
"SEMO ANDA 'DAR ASS"
redo m. 31.01.11 23:13 27.12.10 22:21 Maronites as those who are always there, because nunc'hanno uncazzodafà . uuuhh! so boring at night, what a bore in the evening here at the bar!
viviana see, Bologna 07:58 17:06:10
"bans the moron!
not merely to harass the blog
but is also home to harass!" Viviana
The "pearls" of comments to blogs
CIRCOLO DELLA LIBERTA' "NOI GENTE COMUNE"
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Did David Copperfield Do Shr
attack Fini
i-fucking but to go to see your masters are mouthpieces in rome .... maybe it is time we have left spastic (though we're a little lucky)!
fucking whore bitch bitch bitch bitch's fascist cow shit i-fucking but to go to see your masters are mouthpieces in rome .... maybe it is time we have left spastic (though we're a little lucky)!
Bronštejn Lev (Leon Trotsky) 16:06:10 11:57
Listen my dear Hymen of Shit I'm not breaking the bales that people like you is good only six feet under ground and it is them that will set you fascist shit, quartered and you will hang like a pig.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 11:41
Indian, I think you may very well change the nickname in "rude asshole."
Since you do not insult and do not know who speak Italian.
De Hypatia Grassis 16:06:10 11:19
El pias adapted to a nick as you do not my vaca De Hypatia Grassis but Hymen De Casso.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 11:09
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Coolest Race Track Cakes
A joke heard on the radio today
No one has the address of that piece of shit enzo morini? I want to whisper a few things in his ear, as long as the cowardly fascist absconding.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 12:51 when it is not a slouch in the mental health center that is treating him in vain.
Isidora Sgueig, Torino 16:06:10 13:08
Isis': finished yoga daily? now re-colored hair and go too the social center, Marsh!
force, all in a group to complain that there is no work!
Enzo Morini 16:06:10 13:04
Ah here is the coward fascist who makes great behind a keyboard, slaughtering the cow to your mother and you will eat his rotten heart.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 13:02
cantagliene 4 to troll rabbit hermaphrodite.
Isidora Sgueig, Torino 16:06:10 12:58
back to the community center to smoke.
the desire to work with that novel you've rivoluziopnari red chest that you want to do?
anything requires sweat and break the glass Canetta: does not suit you, better have a beer and smoked marijuana howling of your anger at the keyboard.
Enzo Morini 16:06:10 12:58
The "pearls" of comments to blogs
No one has the address of that piece of shit enzo morini? I want to whisper a few things in his ear, as long as the cowardly fascist absconding.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 12:51 when it is not a slouch in the mental health center that is treating him in vain.
Isidora Sgueig, Torino 16:06:10 13:08
Isis': finished yoga daily? now re-colored hair and go too the social center, Marsh!
force, all in a group to complain that there is no work!
Enzo Morini 16:06:10 13:04
Ah here is the coward fascist who makes great behind a keyboard, slaughtering the cow to your mother and you will eat his rotten heart.
Indian Metropolitan 16:06:10 13:02
cantagliene 4 to troll rabbit hermaphrodite.
Isidora Sgueig, Torino 16:06:10 12:58
back to the community center to smoke.
the desire to work with that novel you've rivoluziopnari red chest that you want to do?
anything requires sweat and break the glass Canetta: does not suit you, better have a beer and smoked marijuana howling of your anger at the keyboard.
Enzo Morini 16:06:10 12:58
The "pearls" of comments to blogs
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Dog Strangled Man Clips
THE WIND IN YOUR EYES OTHER WALKS
I feel the breath of the sea;
my skin is nourished with salt,
hear the cries of the gulls
and the breaking wave
in the undertow.
The slow and cadenced
music of a vessel that
wearily trudging towards the port,
load off of life,
scales glittering
biting the skin parched
of wild men.
Then turn my back,
towards my destiny,
between black mountains
and scraps of snow,
in the dryness and wild Corsica,
the wind in his eyes.
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