Ernesto came through the door. Actually he had arrived at the door about half an hour before, the problem was to get the key in the lock. He was not clear if it was the key to having to turn, or the rest of the world to have to fermare.Poco bad, it was no longer his problem .. now ... On the table was in what appeared to have been a living room (maybe a lot 'of time ago) there were remnants of toast, half hamburg on a plate and sketches katchup up what was left. Stagger 'for a while, not to fall leaned on the remnants of an old camping chair, one of those the sticks with which to return the faded brown 'favor because it did not go in a thousand pezzi.Cosi was over the brain of his friend, I give a fuck però.Non end he did ... he knew he should not have starting the car when that guy in blue told him to leave ... I had nothing to do, pensò.Pensò everyone says so, but between all of the one to tell the truth he was. When I type in blue, or a colleague fottutto would come knocking on his door, he would say so, punto.E if they had not believed, his revolver would do the rest. Already, the revolver.Era mutande.Forse was still inside the case to remove it from there and point it at the head of the cock only served to divide the appliances' .. So Julie told him, before ending up as one of many broken toys of the week puzzles where you have to connect the dots from 1 to 36.Ci actually tried, but did not want to look the mirror. With the ass that he found himself, he would become one of the magic mirror that you see in the movies, the ones that make you look way down in your soul. And in there he had no intention of looking ... But the finger does not react (yes, like when a child fell asleep, one arm under the belly) or perhaps it was he who does not have the courage even for a noble gesture like that. He thought the bomber De Andrè, that he was cool. He loved De Andrè. If only I dasse a bit 'of his TNT ...
decided to lean on his letto.Peggio than this', so could not stay ... How much it would mean 'and I know who'..." But to make it right ... so fuck's sake never works, never works .. The bottle of brandy was still there where he had left a few hours before ... for her, she thought, nothing was cambiato.Si would have liked to be a bottle of grappa.La wound on his arm, was still burning. It was purple, maybe it was infected ... The disinfectant was in the third drawer of the bathroom, but to get there, now that someone had decided to slow down the world was a real company from eroi.Gli amphibians marked in black (tar?) And shit, what little was left blank at the foot of the bed. What thoughts of cock now. Do not you sleep with shoes on, you always said my madre.Adesso, a shiver up the ass from the back, it was a nice pensiero.Adesso, he in a crib, no, incubator .. He was born seven months, and had little hope of reaching the 24 hours successive.E however, evidently had not gone well. We are all born equal, there are infamous at that age, he thought. We all have one happy the other side of the glass, for an event of genere.Si, fuck for me there was someone, right? This phrase seemed to reverberate around the room ... but maybe it was just a way to dream stronger ...
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