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where you want to go, wandering between the usual things and a living dead to avoid, like the same things as another year all paid, instead for next year all the bills and insurance, as our blindness is tomorrow, I feel like laughing.

      The Sun of our raised plan, are you still stuttering while you speak? your blindness is my death, it's an honest but unselfish world, who wants not to be seen today as it came was not believed to be ignorant, the goal of evil. Sinners in the shadows, they live in the night the day. A fund exists as in a glass by force, those will be ideas or objective realities not composed, not manufactured as if you called me speak to me, if you did not call me no. There is a machine to work, in the end, you just need to know how to use it, do not splint, it must not arrive exists, it is on we are distracted, ignorant.

      Hello all 'The Sun that the children cry, everything you want in our house is already elsewhere but even here, some things cannot be kept at home, they are not ours, alone you see what beautiful evil you have around the house. You had, having our future is too much now or it won't be anymore, like a passing train, there will be no more station there are too few kids. Hi, your favourite cut. You see what an extra nerd it is, an evil no one cares about because of lack of state efficiency or malfunction. We're too big, we're everything to us, to others. Actually, it's enough to show up to see what it is, you don't live in evil, you stay still in evil. Live today, if you are alive today there must always be a right weight to things, to people, you can't go to the baker to buy a coffee. Many things that you didn't think you've already done as if one is, is not something, someone. People don't touch each other, they don't get offended, they don't talk to each other, they don't look at each other in the words they cut out.

      The truth of pain is not nothingness, the pain to find people, medicines, philosophies to turn to already, here no one is left with only a few bad workloads. Ah, a false Fascist inverted remains silent, a little drenched in mucus doesn't see what his real absence of state is, it's like the flame that sets today's fire free the arts for the next two years, to go and eat in the mountains with nature. What can I really say, who is interested in your line of products, poor guy really hurt himself, where does the dark line end to enter the codes? the truth is one for everyone at the center of colour, of life. Free yourself, we're in an imaginary fascist prison, life has become tortuous to go beyond where we have to go, we don't get out, now we get by without anyone talking to us from the tumulus of dead ideas. People living in another place, do not touch them are zombies, they are fake garbage embellished to resemble the evil that governs there. The state is air, it laps its realities as if it did not exist, like the extraneous truth mathematics for which they created it. In the hope afterwards, at the height of a human maximum a mirror in front of the whole body, you can already see other things but who knows what lives on the other side of the mirror, heaven or the lover, horns or a state of abuse, it is only an overwhelming, an injustice not to realize how much you live below. Stop, mouse.

      A cold war won by the freedom that frees us, what does not denounce you the skin, we are already from the morning of different people, reasons, intentions and decisions of taste, even in the flesh of a human to follow not like a machine. The responsibilities of the State, ours and those of others who know where they are, blessed are those who with their own eyes have or see the truth. It was the month of the year and the day of today, when we woke up, you cannot steal anything is our computer, hardware and software that wakes up. It is still a little difficult to talk about our days, too many superstitions, too many Valkyries, false and stolen anarchists, thieves, bullies, fools. In any case, there are rules well installed forever, the applied law is associated with the medical and legal arts.

      What you feel is that you have to be, you should be trained in this gym with that thing that pulls blasphemies well, don't think about it then you will cry like a mad roast, so I know more about that I am there where those things happen, other problems as in the past what you have to and, what you can't. The day alone he will show up to go to work or, for example, to say who you are and what you would like from whom, where he pays you, think about how you could slow life down. Returning to our bodies well decided, look that one has the iron in his hands, is still turning because laughing who does not have to listen to him, is not even a devil then was not possible all the amount at home, you cannot agglomerate all 'the power that is said without an amplification, a newspaper or other. Ah! It's a cold or hot war all to win, from here instead of there are all people who have lost, Ok you can't imagine how low you were like the others and me too. The rest you see… it's the old commune, things that are discussed in front of people with reforms or in jail, the people responsible.

      It was what you remembered your power, your resistance, people's ignorance, your age who knows what you want to erase in order not to exist anymore. You have to be careful there are many false people who wanted to make us, ourselves other us, already present modified for the uses of an unhealthy power. Beware no one creates us we are human already conformed, let him go away from your life that damn pepper and salt, his words are wrong in going on, many problems are solved while talking, you kill yourself while he wanted to make you himself, he already remembers badly then. We are already what they stole from us yesterday and then bring it to us, to finish only by you can be true, yourself, no one creates you. Some species of humans in Calabria, even in the evening they prefer to arrive at them alone. Some things were thought, nobody talks to you leave your mistakes alone I laugh, it was a game for people aware of war because they do not believe in the main interruption in life or, talk about the problems of these people. In this late summer you never know what happens, maybe the fascists will die forever or you will never see the end of our and your globes.

      Good luck Earth's forgotten population, abandon your memories, your tasks and responsibilities of a world that was supposed to be a dream reality, instead became a construction. How much difference between last night and, the day that begins now. No, we won't get hurt, now another one continues.

      …and the best of pain, money and peace is already here. Bye, G.

      2. SEE HOW EVILS DIE

Before is after, 29.09.2010

      September zero ten only the noise of the broken phone, only things of the impossible. An evil is the same everywhere, useless to start a parenthesis that you can fall, they tell you this is home of good as never you talked about evil you did not want to do it then it is always the same embarrassment are the same people. I on this side, you on that side did not know that there was a belonging in life, you had not learned that the word life refers to the main issue of the air included in the body.

      What is censored today is the return, for example, you tell me you always occupy the same place on Earth, where you are, the evils come to me because they think it is me, you as well as how many things are not said about today, now instantly or later you feel a future that is now, in other words what is adjacent to a real, modern, electronic, computer, software look at a clock then you will understand me. Your famous social interruption today is easy: now here where you are, okay. Now don't interrupt that is where you are, where you are there is evil, tomorrow look at the sea in fact there are doubts but they are the real, the money, the car, who we are but really. Do you remember what you wanted to say? It's already all solved, there was no need to do and say anything. Exist, exist! So many things have not been done, you want to live in America, please come home.

      Daily themes: people still very disturbed, a lot is an adjective. Those viruses are none of your business. Sara or will be dear, dysfunctions or horns, in Sicilian people do not recognize the living as attacks on the survivors of the planet. You've seen the state today, my dear brio eater, who's the nutcase. The brute force of who didn't know, a live murder of a lawyer but, in my opinion, he's just a little distracted and, a little cold. Daily theme who or what goes on, goes on.

      It was the end and it's over, now it starts again but, you don't firmly believe what power is and what pain is. It was the past instead is the future, an extinct state not present is a tragedy, a drama like an institution where to go the day, it could be our silences or, better the evils of today, one day our sins were discovered, now what has become the sky. The flowers will dry up again this year, it wasn't me, it wasn't you, it's our time. Draw an arrow, continue, look at that beautiful wall, now go back to where you were before, where today's rulers will escape in a teaspoon. That wall is imaginary or for everyone, reading the newspapers is leafing through organized nothingness. To resemble emptiness, to learn to digest fascism.

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