Can A Kidney Stone Scratch You

Esy

- Spesso cammina guardando il cielo
- Soffre di vertigini e sa che non è affatto voglia di volare
- Sente i discorsi altrui mentre è sui mezzi anche se sa di non doverlo fare
- Pensa in stile Art Nouveau
- Fuma davvero troppo e lo sa
- Vede la vita come un film di cui ogni attimo è un fotogramma
- Vede nei film la vita, finestre che affacciano in esistenze che non le appartengono
- A volte pensa in versi che non ricorda più, anche se puntualmente si ripromette di scriverseli
- Non ricorda mai i nomi di chi did not face a particularly interesting
- Do you like the faults of others, is that what really characterizes each
- Ama also get an idea of \u200b\u200bpeople just by looking at how they dressed. And he knows that is not a superficial thing. If so we would go around naked
- Switch from emotion to emotion with shocking ease
- afraid of not knowing how to relate
Would-be born in the twenties or live next to Queen Marie Antoinette at Versailles
- Surely it is a social misfit, but like so
- would die to know everything there is to know about art
- did not want to get my license until a year ago because he could only read books by bus
- She loves photography, he hopes to steal a little soul to everything frames
- Do you like the noise it makes when the shutter opens and closes quickly
- sleeps sideways in a double
- Can not ever decide on what to do until it arrives the time when it is required to do so
- E 'immature, and he knows it is fair. There are a tribe of "mature" in the world apparently, and she does not want to be part
- She loves to dance come una demente seguendo la musica che le batte nella testa
- Le piace bere e crede che non dovrebbe essere un problema per nessuno eccedere
- Si sforza sempre di trovare del buono in tutti, anche quando parte con il presupposto che non ce ne siano
- Crede nell'amore e ha creduto spesso di averlo trovato per poi lasciarlo perché forse nemmeno sa cos'è realmente
- Va matta per Antonio Sant'Elia e la sua città futurista
- Si psicoanalizza e riesce a trovare milioni di problemi
- Cammina spesso canticchiando per strada
- Non sopporta chi crede che la cultura personale non sia importante
- When listening to music the way home, walking time, clapping his hands on his legs
- It's the week when the bathroom Enigmistica
- By subway in the morning knows he has a scary face
- By Metro knows that others have faces to frighten us. To have fun watching all this and smile
- almost always says what he thinks and if you feel she does not agree it is often happy
- She loves the old groups and ultimately often hear Patti Smith
- The challenge always for useless things. As she emerges from the shower: "If I take the robe when I fall three drops of water on the floor I die tomorrow"
- Lose often and never died
- would die, however, for Man Ray and Egon Schiele considers them the greatest artists in history
- the shower seat is comfortable because he thinks
- E 'vegetarian but ate kebbab time ago because of a certain chemical hunger
- He loves dealing with people, especially those who know little or nothing
- Talk to anyone who stops for road
- No say no
- Would you like to know how to say no more often
- It is carried away by emotions and often without even thinking whether it is right or not
- Can you make films about everything imaginable
- He learned to love each other for what it is
- wants to become a photographer more than anything else in the world
- dreams of living alone in a city where nobody knows and try to create a life from scratch there

Esy is this and maybe more ... but did not want to write again, it is interesting to know something about her apparently. Perhaps only interested in her.

E 'nice when you come home dead tired

Pinky Before And After

You know damn those days where everything seems made to go from bad to worse?

one of those days where you wake up angry black for whatever reason, astral, cook a pasta dish, creating one of those pimps soft tasteless and not worth a shit you know! There you have gone too. Sure. Well

Today was not one of those ...
Yesterday I spent a nice night to say rubbish and drink beer, to violate the rules I had set myself being comfortable. I stayed with Don in the warmth, hoping to never get out of that cocoon of tranquility that envelops us. In the afternoon, just wake up everything was as it should be in our daily living. The day
spent walking the streets of downtown to buy cd in, maybe one day I'll regret ... Unconsciously, I bought records that remind me of things I should forget. (When you buy a "The Best of the Velvet Underground, only because it contains a song (11) understand that it means to be angry with you).

And now, at home, has arrived. Damn time each week is to break my balls with his presence at all well seen. The moment when you realize that maybe you have nothing to do and nothing to say, when the depressive emoandante that everyone at least once or twice a week we subirci.
With the supplemental, damn, feelings of loneliness and alienation. Capita often at all, I think ... but I can not comprehend why it should happen. The human being is not perfect and in my opinion, because of this.
In these cases I believe that musicians make the nutshell writing sad music. When you have these moments, it does everything to get hurt:

- If you're depressed, for example, you hear songs that can cheer you up? But not dead right? It would be almost too easy! You listen to sad songs that tell of abandoned women, poor drug addicts on the verge of death, lonely days, suicide, and so on and so forth.

- Or if you shit on duty as a Boeotian spring, you go to listen to that song? The most pissed off? The song that makes you smignottare around with her friends and that makes me want to smash your face?!
NO! Do you feel that eighty times the background and purpose was or song that you spent (you are sure to twenty more before you).

short, the music in these moments you do not turn it up, does not help at all. That's why today I did the only really inteligente purchase of the last two weeks: "Tyrannosaurus Hives . A CD that just play awards makes you angry with your mother and the rest of humanity. Could pass in front of a guy who has just shot that drags on the ground panting and ask him if he da accendere.

In momenti come questo vorresti solamente sparire e andare per i cazzi tuoi, camminare per le strade di chissà quale città ed evitare di parlare a chiunque abbia la possibilità di rispondere. Fare come nel video dei The Verve " Bitter Sweet Symphony ", sbattere addosso a tutti guardando sempre dritto davanti a te.
Altro che Maude e le sue teorie di vita, del tipo: " Il mondo è bello e i fiori profumano sempre di più quando sei felice ". A volte, per quanto sono incazzata, sparerei ad un ragazzino con il lecca lecca a girella in mano che canticchia " Siam tre piccoli porcellin "!
Anche la filosofia, nel momento "Presa A Male", does not save anyone. I think Freud right now he shakes my hand, because even if soaked in TOTAL indifference, I can be told just to my ego. And I admit it.
I do not know why human beings should try every way a reason to get hurt. But it is and always will be, no matter how stupid it's the best thing to do. The self-induced suffering, sometimes, help to increase their personality and to spend all ... But others, need outside help. Someone who can get us out of the dark vision of the things we have in those moments.
And in my case and a simple text, a person now that I think is the most important

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and thank you. Words! Here is how to man, is write, think, scream, stamp on them, take them by the neck and stuck firmly into the process if needed. They are one of the best human inventions, before the chocolate and pick up dog poop. It is the only thing that can save us from moments "Plug in Male '. That's why I wrote this sea of \u200b\u200bshit, that's why I will continue always to write and to use any legal proceedings.

Lisa Says , Fuck Off And 'good to be mentally ill.

Esy.

Wedding Congratulation Phrase

My women

not get me wrong ... also I like Paris.

But in the last five days I learned to hate. Don I miss you so much, maybe you have no idea. Things have happened that require your presence and moments where the only thing on my mind was: "Why the fuck is not Esther?" or "Now I go up there and me to bring it to Rome." Can I get serious
emancipation treasure the evening, I knew too much about myself, I understand what I now even if that something is always missing ... and maybe you know what it is.
seems a bit of a love letter (ehehe) but you know I love you and do not compromise on this issue. I can not wait to see you and tell everything that happened in those few but endless days. Chinese beer and rum in a gogo my good veins Don Vito. Never mind that revolves around me or you or the whole world ... Cicca I adore thee! Countdown finished last. More that One Two Uhh Uhh ..
I really hope you had fun, but I also hope that you had to miss a second of our crap and myself.

at Al I mean one thing: the accounts and both accounts. Always with me because I pray you, and why we pray.
Why every woman in his small is a fucking DEA . And we know that it means. You are the true, and I love you for it, and when you come in this city puzzolentissima I love, I'll kill you alcohol that you even stand up XD

When you understand that we have two fantastic people around if they make these stupid things and I know that I will end badly .. just look at what happened to Leopardi. ..

Esy.

Blood Tinged Mucus Before Period

"Another round?"

Look how dizzy!
Raga do pirouettes?
I can not ... I want to lie down and sleep.
turns turns turns turns, laughing.
All turn and everyone laughs ...
fall one after another, like skittles drunk and tired

Salt and turn, turn and salt
nothing has a weight, we are happy and pieces but that's okay
always passes.

and was quickly

Esy.

Non Obstructive Azospermia 2009

Madness

the car Late Of The Pier
all danced, Don Vito and screaming and you're already stunned, the motion of other behind it.

arrive soon.

Enter the pub closed and the smell of cigarettes, ( Shit that smells incredible ) eyes and nose burn curls giving disgusted expression. The barista behind the counter you wades ( Come on up! I can not get sgam while I'm thinking how this space can be smelly and dingy! ) and you turn the other way. ( Where are the others?! ) always the same, here they are, behind the door glass and wood that end up running the last shots of cigarette. enter one after another in a row, trying not to slam the door on him and trying not to get too cold, it's January.
You approach the counter, behind the barbaric horde of villains ready to empty the OCALE of all alcohol.
"What do we do? Order now or we go to find a place," hoping to get to order something.
"What?! Climb up!", They answer all looking in your eyes, you already know now how it will end the evening. But you probably hope it will not. And up the stairs, next to the bathroom " Trainspotting", are tall and narrow. (Oh that hood! ) Nod your head with your eyes wide open, just arrive at the back of the floor, there is a pall of cigarette smoke and that could kill Polyphemus.
"What hood Holy shit!" say from behind, "I feel that buon profumo oh!", dice Simone ridendo. C'è odore di qualcosa di illegale in fondo alla sala, è forte e penetrante. Torni indietro, cerchi un tavolo per otto...impresa impossibile.
"C'è un posto là!", indichi un tavolo piccolissimo accanto alle scale, di tutta risposta: "Ma è troppo piccolo Emì ! E' da quattro! Noi siamo otto!"
" Capiraiiii , c'è la panca c'entriamo tutti!", rispondi, corri a occupare il tavolino per quattro, per te non c'è posto, era ovvio. ( Dovrò passare la serata a sedermi sulle ginocchia di qualcuno... che palle! ) Simone mi mention slapping his hand on my leg , to sit there. ( Ok ok, but I want to drink! )
Like I read in thought Esther smiles looking at me looking for something in the bag. He pulls out his wallet.
"Let's drink to love?", Will not tip now trying to grab your stuff hidden among a thousand heavy winter coats and bulky. ( If there was less mess over here would find it all at once )
and comes down with a fast pace, you're still sober, we are all quite healthy, perhaps you and Don no, the wine after dinner there was a bit 'heavy.
You approach the counter, "Two pints of beer thanks." The fingers drumming impatiently on the counter soaked in beer and water. ( But how much do these blessed beer?! I do not remember porc ..) Here are the pints!
you happy, go up the stairs, laughing, look back to see if you still follow Don .. here it is. In a mixing bowl and cover tsunami approaching heavy. In the head you always have a piece of that damn song, the end of Focker pounding in my head.

Who ordered a glass installation by tapping on the table, half of us have got nothing, you know that you drink in the room and who is already gone did not want to talk about ( come down and get Fuck no! ) ( Why does not arrive?! If not now that we're all sober at least I do not figure to be the usual dickhead! ) ( Oh, just Emilia, looks like a twelve year old in love with Billy Idol , stop six ridiculous) Too many thoughts together, even in ices that are already drinking at these levels.

You can not drink yet, have not taken anything yet.
Simon: "Look at it eyes! Cheers"
Brinda, the other no offense, we know that ends well when you are too indecisive. Drink a sip, standing, it is better to have back pain of others sitting on your lap, sit penetrate the bones of the thigh. Heavy beats running around our table. (Yuck bro! )
" Emi ! I go get a Disaronno ?" ( Eccheccazzo ! )
's so if you're the only one standing.
"Anything anyone wants 'else?", So get a bit ' abrupt ( I've said as a maid of American films, this type lle who chew gum open mouth taking the cold coffee in hand Hahaha ) by sol you laugh ..
"Even I a Disaronno ! And if there is a Moretti!" Not listening, and listening to yourself you could say that there are no Moretti and the Disaronno at this time the premises is already over. Take the money and you approach the stairs ready to take a mussel attached to the wall as a rock. Don gets up with you is: "What are you doing?! You're a woman you can not go get you a drink," he laughs. And you laugh. Why do not you know and believe even she knows.
(I wonder if there below)

There .

Top. They have nothing of what you have asked how you knew, but wanted to get up anyway.
"There was nothing, if you want to get something, only beer, banging about the money that you gave. Hands everywhere that af iron the pieces as if they were pieces of ten percent. Reduction. You find the place and drink a little 'beer.
right back, all with a beer in his hand to his head, "How many degrees is it?", Then ask, placing his hand on the wet side of the glass of water, little you care. "Ten, not like what you're drinking it!". Offense.
"Listen coconut, my hips is ten degrees," and laugh because you know very well the futility of speech.
challenge you, drink chicchetto the last sips of beer. ( Ok, from ) " GiùGiùGiùGiù ! , screaming all are rooting for anyone and everyone, we are in the same boat now. " GiùGiùGiù ! , clap their hands.

TOC TOC TOC

beers hit the table one after the other, who knows who will win, even those who know tifava and especially no matter nessuno.

I bicchieri vuoti, il tavolo pieno di cenere, arrivano. Oramai poco ti importa di chi c'è o chi non c'è. ( Stupida, stupido... siamo dei coglioni ) Ester interrompe un discorso, ti guarda: "Amore! Rum?", sorride.
"No. Non riesco a cicchetto", continua il suo discorso. Simone scende, va a prenderti un'altra birra. ( Non ci sto già capendo niente uff )
I tavoli sono diventati due, troppa gente! Ti alzi scocciato. Inizi a fare avanti e indietro in attesa, ( Oh! Ma questa la conosco... chi è? Chi è? AHHHHHHHHHHH è The Gaudi! ) who knows what makes us here. Sitting on the table, watch the
faces of those who've met, I'm sorry, "Boy, is not that you would offer me a cigarette?", And a hood ello Zara and sunglasses you lengthen a green and blacks butt. ( What the hell wants to have this glasses in a room and night? ) Not bad've remedied by smoking. Get your hat and glasses, the wearer and laugh. They talk, Gaudi makes you questions, do not understand anything and answer at random while sipping beer.
Don! In the bathroom!? ".

down the stairs against the wall, you feel every step beat, give your knees. The bathroom is the line, as always.
Let's go, you down your pants ( fucking hard to do downtown! It 's too high. ) You can not touch anything in that place, they should write to port "WARNING! Risk of leprosy" and under "Breathe a little."
Ester looks at you a moment while you're in the ridiculous position.
" Emi 're ninety Hahaha, 'you and you always laugh at these jokes from the inn. You look in the mirror while you wait too end. You look in the mirror a little drink of water, tells softly, "How Lily Allen "and laughs as he pulls up his pants.

Exit local Scazzi . And 'all happened. They fell tables, smashed glasses, Simon has hit his head, as if the breaking and land a lake of alcohol. We hunt from the room. ( How sad. I want to go by car ) You say, and do not listen to anyone. All taken from his hangover and a heavy enough from M. ( I sleep. Sti cocks of whining, I want to sleep! ) I get nervous when you do not agree with him.
Nobody cares of the figure we have done by making vulgar hunt, neither do you think about it anymore. Now you got from being able to do new pee, but it's time behind a car, with the others to calm down story from the other party. One of this is simple. ( Poraccio ) think. We were walking after three hours in the cold to recover, you have me sso jacket, is the soup of beer and someone smells rotten. Was new. Figs
two fingers in his throat to M. supports it, you fall in pressure, anxiety for all. Your hands smell like gastric juice of others. But at least you're sober, these things you just let it pass because the drunk frighten you.
car mozz ichi and communist and fascist songs, we try not to think about all that we've been. ( assholes. We are all bullshit. But how did that song?! ).

One, Two, Uhh Uhh

Esy.