Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Suburban Dynaline 3. Areview

your tears were sweet



your tears were sweet

For the tears you cried
I killed so many men for every drop

was born of a lotus flower
not have earned back the

souls have kept me there still, I apologize for going crazy
hours

last breath he does see dead people
light, life, and I hold hands

were sweet
your tears now, I hear them breathe .

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Sweet Basketball Songs For Warm Ups

Chapter 22 "Never lose"

... Chapter 22



The kids were gone taking away the girl and her nerdy virgin who had been stuck in the middle of the hedge.
release the two brothers there, naked on the floor, with Vanessa, novel Our Lady of Mercy, who held Philip struck in the chest by the semi hairless skull of the young warrior.
- Wake Philip, are gone, I'm cold and I'm afraid, I want to go home.
- Monica is the coffee ready? - The said Philip still in Nirvana.
- I'm Vanessa. We are at the park of the Tiber. A group of boys attacked us. Take back Filippo not take it anymore! - Vanessa whined.
He was about to give up when his brother regained consciousness. Philip jumped up, eager-sucking air and mumbling mind a little sense of phrase: "You're bald, you are not bald. "
The phrase, uttered unconsciously, was the result of a dream trip that saw the main character, in spite of pitiless scene: the boy who had hit him with his head was bouncing on his belly and laughed at the paucity of her reproductive system.
Vanessa, who was also naked and cold, was huddled on the floor. Philip, on the contrary, it was set up and walked nervously talking loudly.
- Tomorrow I go crazy in the office of that worm Croci. He had the moral
lows and if someone had to take.
- But let him lose, instead think of a way to return home - Vanessa pointed out to him that they no longer had mobile phones and clothes, and thus also the keys to the Jeep.
Philip looked around. The sky was clear and full of stars, it seemed the lane in front of the ring road at night. The park was now semi-desert of the Tiber. He scratched his chin and rolled his eyes. He was able to see the other side of the park, one near the river, a man sitting on an iron bench that he was talking on the phone. He signaled to his sister to follow him in silence. With the passage of the leopard
positioned themselves behind the bench and were listening to the conversation of mankind. The guy was an immigrant. Philip studied the plan. It turned out to Vanessa:
- While the talks go ahead and you get distracted when you disconnect the phone I take him by the ear and go away.
- Are you a poor fool! - Said the sister rightly frightened by the likely responses of man. - I have no intention of going before the face of this Moroccan completely naked.
- Okay okay, I do everything myself, as always - Philip snapped, shaking his head.
- Yes grandfather, I hung the bones of mice at the door - she said, her eyes, the young foreigner sitting on tomatoes. His name was Winston
Bluebell, was on an island in the Caribbean. His grandfather, the sorcerer of the country, was considered something of a guru, a healer. Winston regarded him as only a sgozzagalline. He was gone from the island for not doing its very purpose: to try to dance around the fire to cast out demons from the body of trippone pregnant.
In Italy in search of tranquility, a life to American TV series, a job, a group of friends to drink in the evening and a girl. An Italian. A skinny girl with a little 'for the head of crickets, which you always on-ness, full of interest, such as those of a film by Woody Allen.
Philip stood up and walked in front of Winston.
- please give me the phone.
At the sight of the white man naked before him, the young stranger mulatto stood with drooping lips and eyes in disbelief. He remembered at that very moment one of the lessons her grandfather: "Cigouaves", the demon with a penis wart.
- Grandpa, Grandpa, you were right there Cigouaves, help me to do?
- Cigouaves? It is almost naked and without pain?
- Yes he is my grandfather!
- Large Obatala! Get six eyes of a bat, throw it on the ground and reciting the Botswa Step upon.
- Grandpa not've got the eyes of a bat!
- How do you go out at night without the eyes of a bat?
- Help me fast as you want from me? - The young man had been lying on the bench while the demon was approaching.
- You want your penis to give it to his companion, nearby there should be another demon from feminine features. Winston turned
his head and crouched behind the bench saw the companion of the devil too nu-da.
- There! there! is behind me. - Shouted the young man to his grandfather.
- want to eat, you put it inside her and pray with his face toward him or a tree you cut it, make it soon and next time taken behind the eyes of a bat.
Winston jumped up, dropped the phone, he lowered his pants and underpants and jumped with a momentum behind the bench grabbing Vanessa.
- Hey what do you want? What are you going to do with that python? Do not think you help ... I'm Philip que-violent! - Vanessa on the ground, blocked by the neck Winston's hand and legs apart, his brother asked for help that only the worthy of a glance, shrugged, picked up the phone and dialed the number from the floor of his house.
- Monica, I am. Find me, getting to the park are of the Tiber. Fast!
- But you had an accident, are you okay? - Asked his wife worried.
- Move! - And hung up.
After about ten minutes the car stopped in front of Monica at the park. As the woman passed the lipstick felt open the rear door of his car and saw two figures enter.
were Philip and Vanessa. Completely naked. Monica was not capable of a minimum response, opened only eyes and gave a quick glance behind him then turned his gaze forward.
- I'm freezing I want to move? - Said the husband.
- Do you want to wake up? Power up and go I'm Carcassonne! - Vanessa added.
Monica was unable to react.

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