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Before is after, 29.09.2010

September zero ten only the noise of the broken phone, only things of the impossible. An evil is the same everywhere, useless to start a parenthesis that you can fall, they tell you this is home of good as never you talked about evil you did not want to do it then it is always the same embarrassment are the same people. I on this side, you on that side did not know that there was a belonging in life, you had not learned that the word life refers to the main issue of the air included in the body.

What is censored today is the return, for example, you tell me you always occupy the same place on Earth, where you are, the evils come to me because they think it is me, you as well as how many things are not said about today, now instantly or later you feel a future that is now, in other words what is adjacent to a real, modern, electronic, computer, software look at a clock then you will understand me. Your famous social interruption today is easy: now here where you are, okay. Now don't interrupt that is where you are, where you are there is evil, tomorrow look at the sea in fact there are doubts but they are the real, the money, the car, who we are but really. Do you remember what you wanted to say? It's already all solved, there was no need to do and say anything. Exist, exist! So many things have not been done, you want to live in America, please come home.

Daily themes: people still very disturbed, a lot is an adjective. Those viruses are none of your business. Sara or will be dear, dysfunctions or horns, in Sicilian people do not recognize the living as attacks on the survivors of the planet. You've seen the state today, my dear brio eater, who's the nutcase. The brute force of who didn't know, a live murder of a lawyer but, in my opinion, he's just a little distracted and, a little cold. Daily theme who or what goes on, goes on.

It was the end and it's over, now it starts again but, you don't firmly believe what power is and what pain is. It was the past instead is the future, an extinct state not present is a tragedy, a drama like an institution where to go the day, it could be our silences or, better the evils of today, one day our sins were discovered, now what has become the sky. The flowers will dry up again this year, it wasn't me, it wasn't you, it's our time. Draw an arrow, continue, look at that beautiful wall, now go back to where you were before, where today's rulers will escape in a teaspoon. That wall is imaginary or for everyone, reading the newspapers is leafing through organized nothingness. To resemble emptiness, to learn to digest fascism. Rest where there's no snow, what a lovely Sunday.

I go to the head to make sense of what year, what weekend – end? Bella is pretty and pretty anti-fascist Sunday annihilates the saying that thieves do not mention there, if you want to go start as well, even against fake fascists, thieves and even a little 'murderers. You used to live in the past to proceed to the future or precede who knows what he wanted, the fog does not see it. All people are here or not, they live somewhere else in their home but, they are present in the economy, in our inner existence, gentle class or green plant. A process of self-elimination such even of the days, as one of the greatest hidden social revolutions is where you exist you live, it seems to me air after a worm, the deceiving poetry is just a silence. Money is like 'the blood must get there, horrendous that people slowly slide down, smile at us or other expressions that go down to the bottom of the city, their silences, look how evils die. A piece of advice you did not want to talk then, the emptiness or nothingness in their eyes, where are the others, civilization, their thrifty occupations, they are alone and cry. I say that bright light has the truth in the day, last week at work, the blood where it is, the money, the petrol. Theme what really happened, the emptiness. The traffic light is red… oh, my God, look what he was saying to you, your traffic light is red, the phone broke, who and where, still the problem of the other year, you got hungry, the boss doesn't speak in his moods, I see so many problems already solved in front of me and your bionic soul that nobody speaks.

A summary: 1. Time is getting better and better, don't be fooled and then it gets easier. 2. These are all things there are. 3. Reality now wants its truth back. 4. There are all the speeds you want, it works at all speeds.

End.

Please, around the next hour.

Spotty kiss, G.