We screened the 240 hour into a wall, without a belt. The beauty is that we do not care, leisure there, we drink, we threw, we run, we farted on. Indeed
you've probably right. What the fuck is beat for trying to change people's minds. Going to fuck off the fighters, smash the balls, the defendants, those against, those who listen to the Rolling Stones at 3 am on Tuesday, those who drank another glass because I care so much what the fuck, those who go fuck off you and your respectability, those who can not always get what you want, what I've done everything but have not been understood, since only the ones I love and I got punched in the face, as do those who now fuck I say, those who go to hell, and even Berlusconi Bersani, who both Obama tells you the fine but does not do a fucking Emeritus, what if I win the lottery you piss on the hood, which is better than the ARRI, the ones that I spent a sleepless night wondering what the hell have I done wrong, but fuck those relaxed that life is one, but not those that appear are those that they kiss for a whole night, those who are touched with tenderness, which ones so that I could not live without you, then those who find themselves with a handful of insanity, those who lose all those who destroy all those who the fuck do I know I, who the fuck I care. Thank you, thanks to the madness, thanks to wine, with Nietzsche, thanks to those who has doubts, thanks to who God is too coarse a response, thanks to those who have 21 grams of Rum, thanks to those who did wrong curve and do not care, thanks to those who told me that basically I'm fine.
If you die, do it with pride.
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