Homus ITALICUS: SMILING FOR rotten and false profit.
MO WE SHTA 'CRISIS AND THE NCI SHTA' BRING MONEY FOR DINNER maidens, SAY 'NOT POSSIBLE' coupling, necrophilia E 'back in fashion, with APPROVAL OF BOTH THE POPE.
MO CHE CI SHTA' LA CRISI SIAMO TORNATI A PASSATEMPI PIU' ECONOMICI
Sostanzialmente, sono state le vacanze di natale più tristi, vuote, secche, idrogenate, ignobili, immonde, inutili di sempre.
Nessuno sconto per nessuno.
Come/quanto il genere umano si sia avverso nei miei confronti non è novità, più che altro l'intensità con cui sono avvenute le contestazioni riguardo il mio modo di far vibrare la materia a discapito della frequenza comune ritenuta opportuna dai più (FREQUENZA STANDARD OMOLOGATA DA CITTADINO).
Tutto continua ad esistere polarizzato al contrario, di fronte alla mia fredda, stanca sensibilità logorata dalla sete di menzogne altrui.
Mai come adesso le persone hanno bisogno di bugie da raccontarsi/raccontare per (1/2) tirare avanti.
... e ci rido.
Matteo Miotto è morto per fare guadagnare numeri a banchieri e politici, per giunta è un eroe economico.
Ipocrisia generale, finte lacrime, frustrazione per un perfetto sconosciuto.
La badante di Napolitano quante volte al mese gli cambierà il catetere? Sembra talmente ripieno e saturo di piscio e merda che un pronostico ragionevolmente corretto è 2, massimo 2 volte e mezzo.
Nei giorni dispari.
Spesi oltre 2,3 miliardi PE' MAGNA' tra vigilia e natale.
Pensateci: soldi per me. Me, me, spendo, spendo per me, per la mia famiglia cioè per il mio ego me me io io io.
Se il nostro merdoso popolino avesse fatto una collettina ina, invece di usarli per dimenticarci dello zero impotente che siamo, e li avessimo spesi per una qualsiasi altra cosa di EFFETTIVO BENESSERE COLLETTIVO, ora sarebbe diverso.
Qui casca l'asino in culo al sacerdote.
CHI VUOLE STARE BENE ALZI LA MANO.
VISTO?
TU, SI', TU CHE L'HAI ALZATA: DI' LA VERITA'. L'HAI ALZATA SPERANDO IN UNO STRAPPO MUSCOLARE DI CUI POTERTI LAMENTARE AL BAR, COI PARENTI (per gli alcoolizzati tipo me le due categorie coincidono), COL MONDO INTERO?!
Vedere con l'occhio interiore fa male.
world upside down ... conditioning by acute subliminal marketing?
Here we are!
dicette Eureka as one side of the home shopping selling mattresses elephantine but I felt that shtava to sell small breasts or skirts.
We grew between years 80 and 90 ("grown" so to speak, we are fucking immature and selfish little children) we were strongly manipulated by Calvo and his fuckin ketchup.
Yes, that.
you remember?
Top down: the label was written "backwards", upside down, so that storing it in the refrigerator upside down.
The future of an entire species kept in a bottle of tomato sauce spiked with artificial spices, sugar and various flavorings.
desperate times for desperate measures ... will be ...
No mushroom cloud horizon.
For now.
Among the few noteworthy events (moving), the pope against the massacre of Christians.
The followers of the merciful, invented and existing only on paper JC (otherwise only the initial price is paid to the copyright) in the course of centuries and millennia have killed, raped, abused, tampered with, the landscape ugly world for what, for what, fucking thing for which to be seen against twisting everything?
felony, cowardly terrorists, come forward. No one touches
Christians.
When our holy church burning and torture does so with a very specific reason.
God's ways are endless, no one can understand the mysterious work of God.
Only ours is the only true god.
we can afford.
So imbruttitori of Christian care to you or send you our priests in your nursery.
cocks will be bitter.
For the little ones.
And the janitors are unable to offer adequate resistance.
The old Nazi pedophile says that "those who kill Christians offended God and mankind."
A god almighty, all-seeing, even if only ponder a feeling resentful resulted from an offense is a conceited head Cock childish, weak and inefficient.
It offends those who voluntarily decides to suffer.
And then "humanity offense: HUMANITY 'AND' A CONTINUOUS NATURE OF INJURY TO PLANET EARTH.
I see it as a "fuck you" that you look in the mirror and are concerned about the message.
I hope in a nuclear holocaust; decomposing carcasses pass between dying, 'pointing finger sull'annientamento doing "Ah Ahhhh" to those who are writhing toward the eternal void.
"Now show your card Coop, you piece of shit. And hurry up and die that are not biodegradable. "
the evening before I last shreds Megapixel television, only more interesting and perversion than the currently available psychological and physical decline of the family my whole interspersed with a meager bowl of seaweed and fried some noodles in white (we are vegetarian special, do not eat animals; them on the word FUCK) .
A small television studio tanned like a palace full of red chairs on which lying asses fat, dumb asses from the meter and sixty and over.
S'ostinavano to clap to the sound of songs chosen by the management.
received a prostitute, which bears a residence permit in hell, smiling her as well, several seconds sculettava urging the audience to clap their hands vigorously with greater conviction, poi arrivava qualcuno che cantava (il pubblico clap clappeggiava imperterrito), poi pubblicità.
E via daccapo.
L'Italia è una nazione fondata sulla merda, popolata da gentaglia tanto stupida da non rendersi conto che dai diamanti non nasce niente, dal letame nascono i fior'.
Avrei voluto vedere de Andrè costretto 5 giorni su 7, 8h al giorno alla catena di montaggio, se se la sentiva di essere così ottimista.
Ho deciso che quest'anno sceglierò una religione da perdercisi, per tesserarmici, convincermi che la verità, la via giusta sia quella, solo solo solo quella.
Tutto ciò, considerando che Continuo a dubitare del mio personale potere di raccontarmi/raccontare lies.
stumbled on my way, people run away in horror.
Contact with an honest feel dishonest.
Lies are gay. Comparisons
hurt.
the avoidance of doubt, as he said Lino Banfi found half dead stuck with the penis in the vulva of the granddaughter (he had done for love, it was a misunderstanding to think of him as an old greasy pork Chiesara).
No, I do not give up the girl he £ £ o that stuff to cry on them without being fetishists tears.
History repeated and trite honesty, I pulled out because I have never felt so betrayed as it happened 'sti holy fucking day.
Hypocrisy exponentially.
Yes, perfect, always has been, obviously I'm getting older, I become more sensitive, which made me laugh now I hurt.
"Wounds" ...
The feeling is: the false hypocrisy of the average citizen I dissects his genitals, then shattered like a pane of glass cast by 72 ultra thin floor, a bodybuilder in Mr. Olympia finalist in 2010 never been so fit, never been so intoxicated steroids than those given by the elephants to lift a truck load of heavy weapons by force of only the tip of the proboscis, is able to throw discouragement sidereal nell'orticante garden.
Mica cocks. Thanks to religion
I become more optimistic (and succumbing to the blows of a life that never was as useless as possible in the world today).
calmly and patiently (or Attack) just find the pieces one by one, spend the remaining days playing with puzzles.
Fuck metaphors.
is not a metaphor: in the frenzied madness I broke a glass in football (soccer).
soon awake in the morning (you you you you you ... who, me?), One should have flooded the penis with blood and thoughts that make Jesus cry (from the foreskin!) Encrusted in the wires in the brain.
Instead of them had a deep hatred for my family, never been so out of the jug. I have not had
not even think BUUUM, a cask of the tip.
The glass is broken.
I felt better when I went to throw it. The
CRACRUNCERCKRUNC banged against the surface of the body's iron garbage can was the best song of 2010 (among those not downloaded).
"We must sacrifice for the good of globalization."
pieces of shit in charge do not know that within two decades the religion and politics will count as a package of puzzles shipped on Pluto with a greeting of good sol invictus.
With all the human waste and not on the streets of Naples, letting off fireworks is more conscientious vaccination of newborn babies.
I do not want eternal damnation, m'accontento of DTT with six months free subscription.
I believe in justice, so I hope that God will put into existence out of the blue to punish us, giving us all the bullshit that he had promised his deputy with the Bible.
The youth are the future, to predict this type bullshit 2012.
During the New Year's Eve with a head of lamb tongue out there watching us humans cibavamo of his body.
When you fall behind the back of Enzo and he swore I collapsed with laughter.
"Who the fuck put it there?".
is called revenge from beyond zoomorphic.
If you want to kill someone, get away and celebrate anyway, you better wait for Carnival or New Year, according to the customs of the place where the murder to take place.
And when there is a countdown to greet the new year, some are seeing an enemy. In Pescara
a young man lost two fingers because of the barrels. After careful investigation it was learned that in fact stolen from him that the gypsies.
"If you tell them that it was gypsies tornamo to take another finger," the heavy conspiratorial threat made to the young who, after witnessing a striptease gassed by Roberto Saviano has decided to make public the truth.
La verità è libertà; chi vuole la libertà?
Appunto.
Vota un altro dittatore.
Tu si che sei libero.
A Bergamo un 72enne è stato stroncato da un infarto.
Mi è dispiaciuto.
Pensare che nel mio palazzo è morto un 89enne (con tutta la vita davanti) che si è infilzato un occhio con la forchetta piena di lenticchie bollenti.
Per sbaglio.
Non è morto a causa del letale trapasso dell'occhio, tutta colpa dell'elevata temperatura del letale seme killer caratteristico delle festività nostrane. Gli è evaporato il cervello, sebbene il gip di qualche parte ha detto che gli era rimasta attiva una zona cerebrale pari a 0,0000000002 pico millimetri.
Una tragediona.
In verità mi è dispiaciuto più per il bergamasco che per il vecchio nel mio palazzo perché il povero 72 non lo conoscevo.
In Sardegna si sono opposti al nucleare, organizzando un mega corteo che ha bloccato tutte le strade principali, prelevando tonnellate di vermi viventi in varie forme giganti di “Gorgonzoa cu i grilli” reperiti in vari Eurospin dell'isola.
Sfortunatamente il corteo è stato interrotto quando una squadra di 6000 pescatori armati fino ai denti di ami da pesca si sono indebitamente appropriati delle esche vaganti.
A Oristano c'è stato il concerto di Marco Carta.
Di lui non si hanno più notizie.
Un contadino del luogo said: "Mark who? Go away, it starts getting cold, the bullets are even worse. "
The difference between dead black and white lies dead political ideology of the deceased? At Foggia
an illiterate Kg30 illegally held fireworks. "We have to eat, so we spend the money for the fireworks," said the superintendent, who has tinkered (that is, he removed the handcuffs, masturbation is not carried out by right hand) after hearing the reasons dell'incriminato.
'E' for personal use. "
had a chance to have 30kg of barrels every day I would be firing! The small
Cammareddu was the first born of all Sicily.
But not only has established this record. Before sexual harassment, as tradition dictates, his father has passed well 7min. 24 seconds, smashing the record of 2009 beat Milan (6min 10 sec.).
Hahahaha, overwhelmed by TRAIN in the Bari region: slightly wounded a motorist.
fucking did it, drifting in the middle of the rails?
Only here can we have some shit is insane.
In Rome, an asshole assholes among 36 injured by 'sti fucking barrels has played a hand.
The thing that made her laugh is that it was written: "The 28-year old AFFECTED ..."
... as if to say: "Come on, a bit 'he deserved it, crying, but not too much, save a bit 'of tears for the other cazzatine the news. "
was a stroke to the children (newborn) of assholes who come up with these pathetic news.
And the assholes like me that give it importance.
Baglioni Venditti and in concert in Rome.
Nostradamus had warned us.
Nooo, in a garage in Rome, 800 kg barrels!!
I want to do a little of the situation.
There is no one capable of love, forgiveness. To feel happiness' towards life.
Everyone wants to feel bad.
LITERALLY wanted to change the world, not spiritual crap from neo converts problems with heroin and child molestation, we could farlo adesso, gratis, senza sforzo, senza ripercussioni.
Non c'è più uno stronzo felice in questa merda di nazione.
COSA CAZZO AVETE DA FESTEGGIARE?
CAZZO SPARATE?!
Sparatevi in testa, unirete l'utile al vomitevole.
Piccolo consiglio: se utilizzate armi da fuoco non puntate alle tempie.
Se qualche stronzo vuol fare l'eroe e vi salva, non troverete mai più il coraggio per rifarlo.
E vivrete cechi.
E non avrete più occhi per piangere.
Senza piangere la vostra vita sarà ancora più inutile.
Diventerete ancora più stronzi, porterete a bordo della vostra orba barca altri poveracci, spingendoli to make the same gesture.
GUN MUST point at the center of the forehead: POI SBAJA NUN TE '!
"STALKER doctor warned."
... a doctor under the direction of Tarkovsky?
Anyways', this was fine and we are in Italy, the limit we can talk about dietary slices with monosodium glutamate (great for health).
'I was fucking doctor, insulting patients by sending them in paranoia under the knife?
"Ugly bitch, I'll kill you, oh, yes, yes I can do it, see? I just dig a little more 'where the nurse opened this beautiful hole as big as a fist. You got it, dog shit? I can not sewn remove the bullet, in fact, now that I think I'll get the bleach.
Alemanno greeted the first two births. "Harsh Roman doc.."
The father of the illustrious mayor Romanini doc asks, "Is not that a bit advanced thee 'uses of the coca that every twenty seconds, so too do we celebrate?".
Alemanno has pretended that the call was disturbed, he mumbled: "I'm not sgfaaeratamersarpa", and attacked in the face, sagging again sull'imbandito snow-covered table placed at his disposal, to the delight of his eyes red veins erupted.
Then what happened?
Dante banned from schools
After careful, accurate reading, the person in charge of public opinion has determined that you can not force innocent children to study the work of a pedophile dependent on psychedelics.
The scandal erupted when a famous scientist of Channel 5, the only one who has bothered to read the entire "divine comedy", he realized that Beatrice, which is dedicated to the work, was not even half the age required to work in a call center. In Reggio
seized 5 tons of barrels. Even these
for personal use.
The commissioner did not believe it. Did not believe it until the boss did not ask the mayor's family home. "You see that mountain? Hinders the thoughts. How to take it out of the way, with the workers of the municipal fuck? ".
freed, compensated and given an honorary degree for construction.
Reincarcerato soon after, when the walls of his house screaming.
Firefighters found 56 corpses and not plaster.
32 were still alive.
not fared well.
12 were allergic to dust.
Practically the framework of a shitty country in which tourists, at most, we are eating guinea and to change the air in the testicles.
stupid deaths, violations, seizures of firecrackers dick.
That's what we are capable.
is what we are.
north, center, south.
0 +0 +0 = -1.
... on the other hand we have revolutionized the algebra!
I give you a friendly advice. A tip from
savior.
A pearl of wisdom to end up in newspapers and finirci well be remembered without sucking Lele Mora, be recommended by Gelli, or one of his friends.
Write a letter to the witch.
Ask her to change the program. Get
take five kilos (more than you can not, the witch is like a plane has weight limit of luggage), yes, I said let bring five pounds of fireworks. How
end papers and be remembered forever for passing plus heroic (if you survive) helpless victims?
light fire, not about YOU SAY THAT YOU AND I DO NOT BUTTS had requested. You will be famous and
homeless.
The price of fame is sometimes much higher.
Once you are known not to change anything, but you hope that some idiot teenager / a has attacked the poster in your bedroom.
Mo shtà the crisis that we must be content.
... invent new trades.
New Year's greetings to all my readers, increasingly declining.
few but good.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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