Birkenstock Frankfurt

Goticoprogressive

Dark is the time for hope.
Ofelia takes her dance macabre
where genius and insanity meet their
steps.

Gallstones In Unborn Babies

The Poison of the Mighty p.1

A trill echoed in the mind of George awakening from his troubled sleep. The hangover of the night before he fell in his head as un'aceta on the trunk of wood. "Wine of shit" he thought to himself while preparing to pick up the phone. "Come now is urgent" thunder a voice on the other side of the receiver.

barely rose out of bed to go to the bathroom, "I need a good fucking bitter coffee!" He said.

reappeared in the minds and memories dim uneven. With a slight smile, she saw her vomiting on the shoes of the girl who was with him "was not even much, never mind, "he said.

The preparations were always an occasion for reflection and convictions, his life was now marked by work and alcohol. "A shitty job leads to a life of shit" is always justified, more than anything to not be aware of his state of inveterate alcoholics. The reality was no longer understandable, the result of alcohol that saturates his veins.

"Hey Gio, what the hell have you done?" Said the same voice he heard on the phone "you seem to be run over by a train," he laughed.

"Stay calm," he thought, "You know I met your sister back home, nice '

"Thanks," he retorted.

"What the fuck you thank me asshole" said his mind much disturbed by dementia.

"We have a gift for you in Via dei Condotti, I would recommend is the matter with the utmost discretion."

"Okay Franco!" He said.

"Fuck," echoed his mind.

Get in the car thinking back to his eleven years on the streets to get an ass like a hut and then take orders from the first graduate of the CEPU shit.

"C'est la vie" he whispered.

"Hello Gio, throws you bad see!"

"Hello old man, you stay in shape? What the fuck have we here? The usual junkie overdose? "

" No Giò, see for yourself "

S 'bowed and lifted the sheet that covered the helpless figure" DICK! "He said.


WMC

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The jinx

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A tiny little man ...

Louis also died today ... FIP continues its inexorable path. Death continues to head with his grin tragic in my life. Escape the pain with all my strength and energy, as the younger men ... I hide in vain as the one who runs away from himself without finding a hiding place big enough and safe from their own cowardice. I would be a better man ... I would but I can not really be. So the smallest of the men continued their lives without having to reckon with his own conscience and remorse. If you are not able to deal themselves with no half measures, to the end, you can not express their ideas to the rest of the world ... every word would be out of tune and hypocritical, given so much to say.

no excuse why he reduced the penalty ... Feedback to the world from knowing how to judge yourself first. If you are not able to comply with this rule is always better to be silent ... the silence would be certainly more dignified.

Except ...

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