a short, if by way of comparison, there is the orbital period of Jupiter for the sake of completeness I checked on wikipedia be 11863892 years, update the interesting, if you pose as a yardstick competition of rhythmic gymnastics at the Olympics , events of recent weeks:
1. converges liters of semen, blood and tears being made on the floor of the ever excellent lighting Musicdrome whose insightful people have decided, following the invitation of Jacob Bannon to avoid pointing the headlights on his face which was not handsome, turning moshpit on the lights - which may in some sense equivalent per day to illuminate the hall of a cinema where you are trying to making out your first girlfriend (note the use of the transitive verb necking, syntactic construct very dear to me), an idea of \u200b\u200bannoyance that I fully understood only in concert of these converge as they have always gone to the cinema to watch movies - possibly film with a good quality standard of the dead - not for lemons, and these statements can remotely understand what teens unhappy to have lived. Furthermore, I do not think has ever happened in the case that while a Schwarzenegger proclaimed a "Hasta la vista, baby" in case they've ever lit up the room - and even in such an unfortunate event I guess nobody would have to kiss his girl during a similar scene immeasurable, then the speech that I just developed with a profusion of random words in the last lines struggling to exist: I limit myself to stress the great fucking retarded is found by turning on the lights on the audience during a concert fucking metal - allowing me to also note with disgust the rest of the audience of crude troglodytes sweaty and often shirtless. thanks, Musicdrome, thanks.
2. mogwai liters of fluid, etc., etc., but at this time was being sullied the square facing the sports field in Roseto degli Abruzzi, also elected by a committee composed of myself and no other "place with more cops in europe" - a deployment of forces that had it been applied during the G8 summit in Genoa would allow the total eradication of anti-globalization movement, but also, yes, and perhaps global-global. I assure you that it's wonderful to feel so comfortably protected by the youth of today that could corrupt my fragile consciousness and offered drugs and thus making me contracting AIDS, malaria and testicular cancer. I propose that this contribution to photography that can only vaguely imagine what the mogwai spacchino ass live, but probably I was more impressed two years ago when they played in a more intimate - but if the world had Perfect, Christianity would not exist and the cows produce beer, so it does not seem appropriate to make the squeamish.
ps: many thanks to who made this possible in the end, accompanying me Like a child with special needs at the carnival that is brought by his guardian - and no, for once I'm not talking of Samoa.
3. the trip to Spain and Portugal ended with an emotional journey of thirty-one hours on the bus for the sake of brevity has been renamed Gelpi by the name of car that we hired him senseless, nickname, which allowed the considerable gain two letters from the word van as compared to minibus. saving the attentive reader the detailed description of two weeks with a beer, drugs and jamon serrano , but attached a series of images that I consider explanatory:
's last picture in particular is part of a project for a boyband that will take the name of the gelpis and short debut at number one on TRL.
is evident in each case as these few shots is sufficient to infer how the Brianza is a horrible piece of land that should be cured with massive doses of napalm and that in the absence of a bombing plane sweep of that area is one of my least desirable transfer, for example, on the beach Odeceixe for life.
4. Summer reading - as well jump now, manages to be more boring than all previous Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami: not bad, but I prefer tokio blues all my life. everything for a girl, Nick Hornby, but fuck you - said that, in his desire to be snot at all costs, is of course a test of what should be a novel adolescent à Moccia, provided that a category such as moccianesimo should not exist in an ideal world, but I'm willing to bet my two cents on the fact that among few years this current (brrr) will be cleared intelligentsia of turn, because, as we know, there is no limit for the worst. less than zero, Bret Easton Ellis: Less than others if only to an insufficient insight into the psychological inclinations of the protagonist, but of course it is as if we said that The Eye of Every Storm of neurosis is not at the level of other records - increasingly it is manna from heaven.
5. about: Saturday night neurosis in Ancona, and I'm already crying for joy.
guess I forgot some basic considerations such as the fact that a gentleman named Michael Phelps has won eight gold medals in the Olympics in progress and has roughly my age while I am here to vomit blood, to learn ideas that I'll forget the days after the examination, having started a career in bankruptcy, but, as I have already pointed out, if the world were perfect in my garage there aston martin is the whole range, the drug would increase in the common fields, the world would be full of giant windmills - I love windmills - and sailboats sank with a frequency of 100%.
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