Fotos Depatimanterola

Logbook: March 15, 2011 is given as soon as astral quindicimarzo duemilaeundici.
Location Turin, ninth floor, day and night seagulls bats.
I can explain what the transporter, if interests you.
Teleportation is to call the company "Saracco removals" and being told "do not worry, I teleport all your stuff from Milan to Turin."
no molecules, the molecules have selfportate, one by one, and one by one, I explained that no - will not be a trauma - for three years now, who knows, maybe - share parts - we - are not convinced mah - mass is the best choice - but it is a build something - it is still a new city I know - life is a bet-myself, you're betting the same - in other words how many saws.
I just hope I have been clear.
From here on, always bet most everything, I bet you bet you bet that I'll bet wagered forgetting? Scommettimela.
job, boh. Friends, boh, boh are many. They say it will be soon. It must be unlocked something, a spell at Milan had never happened. Now write to me at midnight saying that soon will come to see me. It must be that Turin is a city that attracts the Communist friends. O must who have serious nostalgia for me. As I understand them.
Anyway, I'm happy, Milan I do not miss even a little, 'I have not even noticed the change, I just did a myriad of boxes and destroyed and rebuilt very easily a house that already was beautiful because of her sunny.
Write stuff here has become a close neighbor to laziness, this green will start on my nerves and, in short, I prefer to live. Which is to hurry as soon as possible to amend my faults.
As much as I love me as I am, I really like and I am convinced not to seriously affect the health of anyone, quite the contrary. Unfortunately in life say that if you do not presumptuous and then take the elevator and go down in the dark where I can touch the black but also once you feel for me is always and only one color. To combine, to the limit.
Everything I say this more than ever, always hating the delusions of grandeur, what I took away my father and they are trying, failing that, to remove my sister.
We'll see what I do, if the environment will positively affect me if I will have a reason to tell me freely, if the choices I make for love, I love giving back and not according to the logic of give-and-take but the second that of giving and being.
Then there are all the thoughts that relate to this country that they I leave to rot in the well hoping to be well biodegradable. Then there are the thoughts of my mother who is always alert, awake, ready to run and kick. In reality it makes no sense not even be here talking about it, who could not apporfondisco, trust me. I write only because I promised to Iggy. And that, perhaps, perhaps, may suffice.
My new life I would be able to know a little better before you tell it.
I observe a little more '.
say that basically I do not expect miracles but if possible, even ordinary stuff too, thanks.

Fotos Depatimanterola

Logbook: March 15, 2011 is given as soon as astral quindicimarzo duemilaeundici.
Location Turin, ninth floor, day and night seagulls bats.
I can explain what the transporter, if interests you.
Teleportation is to call the company "Saracco removals" and being told "do not worry, I teleport all your stuff from Milan to Turin."
no molecules, the molecules have selfportate, one by one, and one by one, I explained that no - will not be a trauma - for three years now, who knows, maybe - share parts - we - are not convinced mah - mass is the best choice - but it is a build something - it is still a new city I know - life is a bet-myself, you're betting the same - in other words how many saws.
I just hope I have been clear.
From here on, always bet most everything, I bet you bet you bet that I'll bet wagered forgetting? Scommettimela.
job, boh. Friends, boh, boh are many. They say it will be soon. It must be unlocked something, a spell at Milan had never happened. Now write to me at midnight saying that soon will come to see me. It must be that Turin is a city that attracts the Communist friends. O must who have serious nostalgia for me. As I understand them.
Anyway, I'm happy, Milan I do not miss even a little, 'I have not even noticed the change, I just did a myriad of boxes and destroyed and rebuilt very easily a house that already was beautiful because of her sunny.
Write stuff here has become a close neighbor to laziness, this green will start on my nerves and, in short, I prefer to live. Which is to hurry as soon as possible to amend my faults.
As much as I love me as I am, I really like and I am convinced not to seriously affect the health of anyone, quite the contrary. Unfortunately in life say that if you do not presumptuous and then take the elevator and go down in the dark where I can touch the black but also once you feel for me is always and only one color. To combine, to the limit.
Everything I say this more than ever, always hating the delusions of grandeur, what I took away my father and they are trying, failing that, to remove my sister.
We'll see what I do, if the environment will positively affect me if I will have a reason to tell me freely, if the choices I make for love, I love giving back and not according to the logic of give-and-take but the second that of giving and being.
Then there are all the thoughts that relate to this country that they I leave to rot in the well hoping to be well biodegradable. Then there are the thoughts of my mother who is always alert, awake, ready to run and kick. In reality it makes no sense not even be here talking about it, who could not apporfondisco, trust me. I write only because I promised to Iggy. And that, perhaps, perhaps, may suffice.
My new life I would be able to know a little better before you tell it.
I observe a little more '.
say that basically I do not expect miracles but if possible, even ordinary stuff too, thanks.

What Can Put Up A Door Window

Pallonix: "No, but those are eh WHAT 'quality is good stuff!"

M.: "But what is your favorite Pallonix? There will also be one to which you are particularly fond of, one you care about most, among all the characters ..."

Pallonix: "No, vabbeh Hello Kitty ... I sell many ..."

M., "Nah, but what does! Mica what you sell more, what we want as well!"

Pallonix: "Yaa famm'na paul song!"

Pa: "Ehe Pallonix ya, mo let me eat, do the interview the girls ..."

M.: "Well?"

Pallonix: "Okay, okay ... so ... Spiderman!"

M.: "Ah, but like you know me well, not you have to be ashamed!"

Pallonix: "Oh yes, oh yes ... come on. Spiderman."

M.: "From Paul, let us now a good song."

Pa: "Eeehish.'s Already over peace." When the local

closed, and Pallonix has prepared the room for the night between two tables, on the floor, choosing two large balloons in the shape of Spiderman cushion, I knew I had really responded. Not just for us to stop.