What Happened To Chetna And Prithviraj

just for today. Punto.

I do not see the light, menstrual cycles, and the skirts are too long.
I understand when it is almost enough, and when food intolerance does not fumble.
I exchange a jacket or cutting hair.
I think you can go the same. Then I think I thought too.
help me to get up.
I do not understand the image returns and calculations, overlay meanings.
I want to teach children, but my morale, the little I know.
let him know what is right, starting perhaps from my mistakes, not enhance, and other arts to fill the moral discourse of imitation. Maybe snatching something from them.
I write a little today, not in the mood. I am not sad nor happy. Perhaps
disappointed me. It is enough. Certainly careful not to say too much, much less the usual half-sentences encrypted.
Maybe.
point.

shit from the head of the

What Happened To Chetna And Prithviraj

just for today. Punto.

I do not see the light, menstrual cycles, and the skirts are too long.
I understand when it is almost enough, and when food intolerance does not fumble.
I exchange a jacket or cutting hair.
I think you can go the same. Then I think I thought too.
help me to get up.
I do not understand the image returns and calculations, overlay meanings.
I want to teach children, but my morale, the little I know.
let him know what is right, starting perhaps from my mistakes, not enhance, and other arts to fill the moral discourse of imitation. Maybe snatching something from them.
I write a little today, not in the mood. I am not sad nor happy. Perhaps
disappointed me. It is enough. Certainly careful not to say too much, much less the usual half-sentences encrypted.
Maybe.
point.

shit from the head of the

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Vento

diritto di non saper fare niente in un mondo in cui tutti sanno tutto.
Ho visto il rumore del vento cadere dritto in una pozza d'acqua e non alzarsi più. Il riflesso generato era un parto di nuvole pesanti, deciso a cambiare tutto. Gli uccelli roteavano distorti. Confusi. Il risultato delle loro cagate è concime per il cemento.
Non è distrazione la mia, è che non ci capisco più niente.
Dove e come, quando e perchè. Ma sto andando lo stesso.
Non sto piangendo, ma non uso mai l'ombrello, nemmeno quando piove.
Ho visto il colore del vento, cromato e azzurro.
E' caduto dentro una pozza che rifletteva il grigio del cielo. Nuvole sparse cariche di smog.
In fondo un piccolo squarcio di cielo azzurro. Away.
The birds hover high and fall suddenly being always in a circle, all together consistently, almost eliminate distances.
I'm not thinking about something else, I'm thinking as they do not clash.
I can not understand how to do when I can not do anything.
The wind flows faster through the trees and draw colorful trails. The leaves, clash against each other with violence, blurring the colors of the leaves, some fall dead, but the birds continue their lap. Unperturbed.
not raining, the face is still wet, but just because I took all the water looking at the sky. I'm not crying.

shit from head to

Salary Of A Quant In Hedge Fund

Vento

diritto di non saper fare niente in un mondo in cui tutti sanno tutto.
Ho visto il rumore del vento cadere dritto in una pozza d'acqua e non alzarsi più. Il riflesso generato era un parto di nuvole pesanti, deciso a cambiare tutto. Gli uccelli roteavano distorti. Confusi. Il risultato delle loro cagate è concime per il cemento.
Non è distrazione la mia, è che non ci capisco più niente.
Dove e come, quando e perchè. Ma sto andando lo stesso.
Non sto piangendo, ma non uso mai l'ombrello, nemmeno quando piove.
Ho visto il colore del vento, cromato e azzurro.
E' caduto dentro una pozza che rifletteva il grigio del cielo. Nuvole sparse cariche di smog.
In fondo un piccolo squarcio di cielo azzurro. Away.
The birds hover high and fall suddenly being always in a circle, all together consistently, almost eliminate distances.
I'm not thinking about something else, I'm thinking as they do not clash.
I can not understand how to do when I can not do anything.
The wind flows faster through the trees and draw colorful trails. The leaves, clash against each other with violence, blurring the colors of the leaves, some fall dead, but the birds continue their lap. Unperturbed.
not raining, the face is still wet, but just because I took all the water looking at the sky. I'm not crying.

shit from head to

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Notti insonni

Too long, too many nights running behind the trails of the tram in Milan. Find one in every street, around every corner and go away, come from afar, with their burden of individuals, couples and a rose, the insane. Controllers without a ticket and tickets used for writing thoughts, crap.
Milan in the night, because the day is to work, serving those who have no imagination to give breath to his ego, serves those who can not keep my eyes closed because it requires artificial light.
Milan familiar with the tram and some passing street cleaner to clean the shit left to sleep on the sidewalk by passersby. Milano suffers in silence, at night.
I can never sleep when I see an angel cry, I turn and I turn in my bed, trying not to think a point where I find myself standing still and always on his back, staring at that white ceiling, no light, no nothing.
will be for these sleepless nights when I feel bad that I fall asleep I wake up drunk and anesthetized with a head full of bad thoughts that can not find an escape route until after the first piss.
But angels do not have to cry except when it rains, there are no valid reasons. They are damned whores or having to feel bad.
troubled streets in the run after you return home, the money for the taxi there are, money for taxi me they are drunk and then the taxi does not make strange encounters, everything well organized, single dose. Not even the Chinese would give me a massage ristoro in quei rientri.
Voglio la mia casa, voglio il mio letto, voglio una birra.
Provo a riprendere i miei passi, ritrovare le mie traiettorie ma inciampo di continuo nella proiezione di me stesso, come se la mia ombra mi facesse lo sgambetto. Sporca puttana traditrice.
Nemmeno cercando aiuto dai binari dei tram trovo una strada utile, confuso dagli scambi, dalle luci delle pensiline e dalle scie colorate.
Troppe notti, troppo tempo passato a dormire anziché cercando un cambiamento, dietro vane motivazioni e morali appannate. Chi l’ha detto che il riposo è dato dal sonno e non dal sognare ad occhi aperti, con il carico di speranze e la consapevolezza che la maggior parte delle cose che fai finisce nel nulla. Riempirlo questo anything, would be a great result.
Dark circles are the result of experience and not a little sleep. The wrinkles we can begin to give it instead to alcohol and those at the bottom give the right charm.
What merits.

shit from head to

Elthea Pills Can Be Taken Have A Pcos

Notti insonni

Too long, too many nights running behind the trails of the tram in Milan. Find one in every street, around every corner and go away, come from afar, with their burden of individuals, couples and a rose, the insane. Controllers without a ticket and tickets used for writing thoughts, crap.
Milan in the night, because the day is to work, serving those who have no imagination to give breath to his ego, serves those who can not keep my eyes closed because it requires artificial light.
Milan familiar with the tram and some passing street cleaner to clean the shit left to sleep on the sidewalk by passersby. Milano suffers in silence, at night.
I can never sleep when I see an angel cry, I turn and I turn in my bed, trying not to think a point where I find myself standing still and always on his back, staring at that white ceiling, no light, no nothing.
will be for these sleepless nights when I feel bad that I fall asleep I wake up drunk and anesthetized with a head full of bad thoughts that can not find an escape route until after the first piss.
But angels do not have to cry except when it rains, there are no valid reasons. They are damned whores or having to feel bad.
troubled streets in the run after you return home, the money for the taxi there are, money for taxi me they are drunk and then the taxi does not make strange encounters, everything well organized, single dose. Not even the Chinese would give me a massage ristoro in quei rientri.
Voglio la mia casa, voglio il mio letto, voglio una birra.
Provo a riprendere i miei passi, ritrovare le mie traiettorie ma inciampo di continuo nella proiezione di me stesso, come se la mia ombra mi facesse lo sgambetto. Sporca puttana traditrice.
Nemmeno cercando aiuto dai binari dei tram trovo una strada utile, confuso dagli scambi, dalle luci delle pensiline e dalle scie colorate.
Troppe notti, troppo tempo passato a dormire anziché cercando un cambiamento, dietro vane motivazioni e morali appannate. Chi l’ha detto che il riposo è dato dal sonno e non dal sognare ad occhi aperti, con il carico di speranze e la consapevolezza che la maggior parte delle cose che fai finisce nel nulla. Riempirlo questo anything, would be a great result.
Dark circles are the result of experience and not a little sleep. The wrinkles we can begin to give it instead to alcohol and those at the bottom give the right charm.
What merits.

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