Di chi non ha bisogno del consenso della plebe, la plebe si stancherà, prima o poi!
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La gloriosa Repubblica delle Banane conferma il trend dal meritocratico al meretriciocratico.
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ancora i tuoi quattro assi
bada bene di un colore solo
li puoi nascondere o giocare con chi vuoi
o farli rimanere buoni amici come noi
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I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, long foreplay, show tunes, and that the novels of Thomas Pynchon are self-indulgent, overrated crap.
I believe that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, I believe that there oughtta be a constitutional amendment outlawing astro-turf and the designated hitter, I believe in the "sweet spot", voting every election, soft core pornography, chocolate chip cookies, opening your presents on Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last for 7 days.
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Stranamente. Ieri sera ho sentito un "plof": e cadde come corpo morto cade. A cuor leggero sto, sul fiume, ad aspettare che passi. Le deiezioni, si sa, galleggiano!
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Sud assoluto. Elementare, Watson! Ironia dell'omen. E amen...
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Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you
And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow…
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il 26 Marzo è passato.
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Metafisica dei Quando: Ghost Bastard!
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