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 vano,
 se non prima ci si bagna nell'Orizzonte. 
Tutto è in primo piano,
 tocchiamo con mano 
gli spettri 
e ad est sorgono mutilati 
crepuscoli.

Perdona e dimentica

"La guerra è orribile, Santoro è orribile, ma quello che hai fatto non è perdonabile, né qui né nel Regno dei Cieli a Cui dici di credere"

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Fleeing entries

(a)Void (ance)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwwKFBeZr5Q

And life ended up, again, to be a daily banquet, during which every pause, among the courses, is a delusional nothingness. Not to feel the weight of almost any entity makes me crave for it. I endeavour to grip it, but it's like trying to hang on a chalk bar, failing at that, as I notice melted metal leaking from my hands. 

I'm a sieve that looses overcooked noodles and holds the starchy liquid.

I'm a carnivorous plant, squandering her reflexes and sensitivity, killing insects that will never be nourishment.

"And when the shit hits the fan..."

I so love the idiom "when the shit hits the fan"... it's so ... vividly figurative. You imagine a ton of crap spewing from somewhere above and crashing on a giant propeller fan.

I feel this image so present at this moment of my life. I also feel like someone's breathing down my neck. 

That will do (to harden the shit and be able to scrape it off)

Garçon?

L'addition, s'il vous plaît!

Once upon a time...

That Fucking Turd met, by chance,  his old friend Audrey Cincinnati. She gave him head and didn't regret it, as Jason Flurry flirted with Tootsie McEnroe. Too bad she dumped him after a while. She had never fancied crabs much.

And they lived happily ever after.

I'm so happy,

I'd eat my own fists