Confusion is always part of that thing that makes us study, we jump from the dead to the past future. In the afternoon silence is everything, nobody has understood the evil, don’t leave him in the deception of being you, it’s a strong trap to your experience, where you don’t say you are.
Line up, alienate yourself, your law is formality. Quintals of suppressed ideas, those monsters are obscene creatures, whoever acts in one direction cannot do something parallel to the opposite, whoever will not be defeated, evil is defeated the very moment you write it. Who knows it didn’t happen, maybe we are the evidence, the humans of the indicated production, why don’t you talk to your neighbour today, never been to Canada, too many taboos see only narrow words, then an evil sun rises, you don’t understand what good is. You think it’s there instead is where no one says it is, how all this will be erased, the power of those who exist or who have done it is no longer spoken of. Years could still pass and everyone will still live for evil, then excuse me for not talking, you can’t get up from this infinite vortex, certainly it’s the day yesterday betrayed you, as you see there is only the road, where and when. It is certainly a story of others but where you are, you must not believe in death in life, it is a story of children who become never grown up and have to be treated in a prison, it is a tragedy of other loved ones that happens today at home or, another drama where no one will stay then, otherwise we will be in one place, so you wanted the youth to call where people are and you know everyone, otherwise they will be laws of belonging to other people is away so for the whole day. Living evil don’t you say what you think? Go back to where? then that wasn’t the way, you don’t even say that humans are lost because you don’t need to do evil. Who has closed us, there is no way, don’t you look that it’s not your private problem, people are lost for theirs, as individuals meet while the next ones move away.
It’s amazing not to smoke too much, I hate those good ideas that make the present thought pass for a state of passage. I’ve seen that there are so many him, so many her, not just one character plus the evils of our city, so many for every place or house, that’s how we avoid them.
What will have happened to the downstairs or fasting, the point then that you just have to breathe, feel how expensive the air is. What was true somewhere will be true, breathe in phases, smoke or, have you got the beam? In quiet, an attack on politics at twenty at night which is worse than... but you don’t understand that the emptiness. Theme: the serious waste of time, ten more years. Look at him all his life your vulgar, disintegrated to go where, after they decided not to speak anymore. What happens is boredom, what should be today without problems, look how many people are already in a crime against people. Roman boredom, today and tomorrow what do you think you live in Calabria.
Our software to live is wrong or, has been hacked more even who tells you, the separation of assets should be called this thing that goes around the city, not dear citizen. The taste of good things is true, the taste of bad things, the things you can know are the things you are able to understand and it’s already all wrong, the bad of already as well as death is part of your life. An act of denunciation surpasses everything you know, you live well or in the good, even if only because the evening has come, like the surprise with the trouble that life told you, so begins the discourse of what you have lived, what you have not done because you have been. You’ve seen how many people come into us and say this is where the party is, they are strong and winning.
You’ve been denounced and yet everyone wants to do as you or I do, tomorrow it will all be illegal. Who wants to talk if they arrest him right after he opens his mouth, it’ll be other people’s problem. Are our word or mouth dirty? You want peace, you have to call yourself. Soon it won’t last ten minutes then jail, where did you get lost because you’re too compromised? OK.
Most problems are the same for everyone, then better to go and finish the evening in the kitchen. Ok, the speech is long, from the confusion you risk to do nothing, too many things not said but you know, not done. The solution is beyond evil, a declaration of not belonging to them, then you find yourself, true. That noise you hear wants to enter your house, as in every house in our city, is evil, you can’t talk while there you see them passing fast under your house. Remissive every time, still those problems that the usual people are hunting, is what you have never told yourself, someone runs away from their reality. The concrete of people is universally opposed to our idea of the day, the world will cease to exist you have some idea about it.
Unspeakable problems with wordless explanations, the solution is to go without stopping, non-existent problems of theirs without the head, pure obstacles. The law always governs because even after you see the light of day, the question that has asked you is not yours, you will see tomorrow. It’s a national questionnaire, there’s no one in the room. Their friends don’t overcome evil, they are evil. Let’s change the subject with then mambo, we are already finished and we have to pay, I know you don’t have to talk but, you can laugh at our experience that nobody says real, you look somewhere else then you will see where or what you will think tomorrow, where someone believes.
The helplessness of ignorance, of what you do not want, experiences or horrible things where we live in Calabria, you thought there was a letter, black on a white sheet of paper, instead there was nothing, but there is hell and death, more than the flesh is the organs that you have on you then, nothing more than nothing, alone! Continuing the evening that ends, you will see the light of a new day, better the law and ... in short it is nothing tomorrow, it will be one day less on Earth, the rest of a day’s work. It seems to me it’s time for this umpteenth murder to sleep, what is a criminal offense.
Bipolar, tonight I have nothing to do, I am writing to tell you about this evening so far away that words are lost, there are no more reasons to live here, where you say you are present in the world, you do not live by what you say, who exceeds has the keys, so where you stay is where to be alive or dead, memories and past things, the disgust or gratitude of what was to tell you have done us evil, maybe you know where you think you live, then see what you did wrong or how you do not return. The others are not there to recognize those problems that you can’t find or, you don’t search, you say where you got lost. We are great now, our time is much past in the future. It will be a night where those who want do not, rest is none of our business, if you do not act against yourself or do evil, what can normalcy.
You know it’s nice to live here so dear, maybe you know me I don’t tell you anything anymore, since you are not here, those look like scissors but, you didn’t lose, you didn’t get lost, there should be a doctor for the rest, we weren’t even supposed to have a society where we had to do everything ourselves, where you don’t talk so as not to make mistakes or, if you lose you lost forever, so be careful. Memories, stop if you want to understand what is happening there you have to avoid, even what people who have not thought are saying.
The code of words are the facts that do not change, it has been working for years but it is always better to rest, to avoid, not to do in short. Contact is a loss: Saturday night what did you do, during the week or if you got married. What you know you do not support, not the unresolved while everything has a name, all the things described but someone talks about it, it is a very heavy reality your life for public duties. Today it’s like that, tomorrow who knows, you still believe that I don’t see, look it’s not the same as them what they lost. Incongruous situations where you are not there, you will grow up and you will understand until the end, in which century you live is certainly that dark shadow above and around you that pretends not to achieve, to get inside you then tonight, you know on this side the evening is very special, full of humans the day they have not done anything, for the usual and serious issues. Whose fault is it? We are a bit shabby to say this, each of us knows whose fault it is as many other things are colored. The blame is of what was said long ago, I think, what happened to say to be recognizable is already for a long time the same, not for five minutes or ten minutes., it is the transparency of our body another thing, we repair ourselves not to lose blood all ‘the rest of the day ... and it was already everything as the leaves fly in winter, the streets and streets with the good taste of what it was, the work must be done.
Alone in our small group, you