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Chronicle of an announced Sunday

AS I have thirteen minutes to write something about me and then the sticks are ready Findus (which is not edible).

But then. Something about me ? We should ask others. I am not suitable. The problem is that if someone were to tell me what has happened in these last days would be the only eyewitness to my bed. Sure, there are other circumstances in which I would have liked the bed was a discreet observer of my last 48 hours but not just that case. Not even the shadow of an estrogen. In short, no sex. I have not eaten anything other than Kleenex. And to eliminate the principle of cold, not for ... Damn rain. Thirteen minutes are too short, too. To talk to me. Eh.
increasingly try to remedy the incipient dissolution of my modus vivendi. I build gadgets time to destroy any bad habit. I try to give the habit a lifespan of a gnat on the highway. I leave a spare sort of life between two lives important.
not smoked in the kitchen while waiting for the coffee esca.No.No. I wash some dishes. I read on teletext. I cut my nails. But stop smoking. And I feel great. Virtuoso tamer instincts. In short Noantri a Julien Sorel. But then I connect
iTunes and put her, the divine tiger, and I feel the usual jerk yesterday, with four in the morning.


With me you can smoke your pipe when you want
Because I like you a lot more
And you're so romantic

blue smoke, blue smoke into a cloud and you

And then, and then if a man knows Smoke
Yes, but it was really a man
And I'll love you until you want because you're so


Ta ra ta ta ta ta - ta ra ra ta ta
A man (a man) When
know (smoke )
ra ta ta
A man (a man) When
know (of smoke) and a kiss
the information you have is worth ten