The production of this blog post is at its lows.
Oh well, you know, I had between a cat and then baby food, droppings and hairs have been very busy.
the cat is known, is not something that should be taken lightly.
Now that everything in the house and returned to the spot, and the level of fine clothes, and now that I finally legitimized my cazzeggiano working with the deep motivation that I'm surrounded by assholes who do not care about me and then I do not care first, I can go back to writing.
a Zen Image:
Near my office is but a lousy provider of used syringes. The addict is there, throw the old one is returned and gave him a new one. It seems almost abandoned as it is rusty and written like "Call 555.XXX.XXX and you suck." However, it is used.
How do I know? I know because I saw him reload.
Image Zen Two
There is a shoe with the heel of the parked cars but I am not aware there were ever bodied pumpkins and then?
Image zen three
He brings his friend to the park twice a day to do it outdoors, so I can fill your lungs with good air of Milan, the door also to make him run a little in the enclosure for those like him and him, the bastard, he spends his time sitting on the bench.
