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3. The dynamics of the pancreas
28.02.2009

Prison has already been left where the heart wasn’t there, is it your spot that leads you to betray yourself or what? It’s the classic that leads us. It was who, his last robbery or usurpation, we have already been numbered with a bar code, articles or codes in words that last at least a whole day. Only with a plan you will never be able to get out of this habitat, Italy pulsates badly now we are all correct anarchists, whoever moves is already dead or stabbed.

When they go away our memories already end up there in their super powers, where their joint-stock company, the spa, begins. The horrendous is clear in too many things, too many confusions, the humans, the integers want to know when they were inaugurated? Never, it’s yet to begin. After the meal you start to feel better, bitter or sour. You’re a quality bitter, branded, you’re a past tense, you know that everyone here knows each other very well.

Confusion is always part of that thing that makes us study, we jump from the dead to the past future. In the afternoon silence is everything, nobody has understood the evil, don’t leave him in the deception of being you, it’s a strong trap to your experience, where you don’t say you are.

Line up, alienate yourself, your law is formality. Quintals of suppressed ideas, those monsters are obscene creatures, whoever acts in one direction cannot do something parallel to the opposite, whoever will not be defeated, evil is defeated the very moment you write it. Who knows it didn’t happen, maybe we are the evidence, the humans of the indicated production, why don’t you talk to your neighbour today, never been to Canada, too many taboos see only narrow words, then an evil sun rises, you don’t understand what good is. You think it’s there instead is where no one says it is, how all this will be erased, the power of those who exist or who have done it is no longer spoken of. Years could still pass and everyone will still live for evil, then excuse me for not talking, you can’t get up from this infinite vortex, certainly it’s the day yesterday betrayed you, as you see there is only the road, where and when. It is certainly a story of others but where you are, you must not believe in death in life, it is a story of children who become never grown up and have to be treated in a prison, it is a tragedy of other loved ones that happens today at home or, another drama where no one will stay then, otherwise we will be in one place, so you wanted the youth to call where people are and you know everyone, otherwise they will be laws of belonging to other people is away so for the whole day. Living evil don’t you say what you think? Go back to where? then that wasn’t the way, you don’t even say that humans are lost because you don’t need to do evil. Who has closed us, there is no way, don’t you look that it’s not your private problem, people are lost for theirs, as individuals meet while the next ones move away.

It’s amazing not to smoke too much, I hate those good ideas that make the present thought pass for a state of passage. I’ve seen that there are so many him, so many her, not just one character plus the evils of our city, so many for every place or house, that’s how we avoid them.

What will have happened to the downstairs or fasting, the point then that you just have to breathe, feel how expensive the air is. What was true somewhere will be true, breathe in phases, smoke or, have you got the beam? In quiet, an attack on politics at twenty at night which is worse than... but you don’t understand that the emptiness. Theme: the serious waste of time, ten more years. Look at him all his life your vulgar, disintegrated to go where, after they decided not to speak anymore. What happens is boredom, what should be today without problems, look how many people are already in a crime against people. Roman boredom, today and tomorrow what do you think you live in Calabria.

Our software to live is wrong or, has been hacked more even who tells you, the separation of assets should be called this thing that goes around the city, not dear citizen. The taste of good things is true, the taste of bad things, the things you can know are the things you are able to understand and it’s already all wrong, the bad of already as well as death is part of your life. An act of denunciation surpasses everything you know, you live well or in the good, even if only because the evening has come, like the surprise with the trouble that life told you, so begins the discourse of what you have lived, what you have not done because you have been. You’ve seen how many people come into us and say this is where the party is, they are strong and winning.

You’ve been denounced and yet everyone wants to do as you or I do, tomorrow it will all be illegal. Who wants to talk if they arrest him right after he opens his mouth, it’ll be other people’s problem. Are our word or mouth dirty? You want peace, you have to call yourself. Soon it won’t last ten minutes then jail, where did you get lost because you’re too compromised? OK.

Most problems are the same for everyone, then better to go and finish the evening in the kitchen. Ok, the speech is long, from the confusion you risk to do nothing, too many things not said but you know, not done. The solution is beyond evil, a declaration of not belonging to them, then you find yourself, true. That noise you hear wants to enter your house, as in every house in our city, is evil, you can’t talk while there you see them passing fast under your house. Remissive every time, still those problems that the usual people are hunting, is what you have never told yourself, someone runs away from their reality. The concrete of people is universally opposed to our idea of the day, the world will cease to exist you have some idea about it.

Unspeakable problems with wordless explanations, the solution is to go without stopping, non-existent problems of theirs without the head, pure obstacles. The law always governs because even after you see the light of day, the question that has asked you is not yours, you will see tomorrow. It’s a national questionnaire, there’s no one in the room. Their friends don’t overcome evil, they are evil. Let’s change the subject with then mambo, we are already finished and we have to pay, I know you don’t have to talk but, you can laugh at our experience that nobody says real, you look somewhere else then you will see where or what you will think tomorrow, where someone believes.

The helplessness of ignorance, of what you do not want, experiences or horrible things where we live in Calabria, you thought there was a letter, black on a white sheet of paper, instead there was nothing, but there is hell and death, more than the flesh is the organs that you have on you then, nothing more than nothing, alone! Continuing the evening that ends, you will see the light of a new day, better the law and ... in short it is nothing tomorrow, it will be one day less on Earth, the rest of a day’s work. It seems to me it’s time for this umpteenth murder to sleep, what is a criminal offense.

Bipolar, tonight I have nothing to do, I am writing to tell you about this evening so far away that words are lost, there are no more reasons to live here, where you say you are present in the world, you do not live by what you say, who exceeds has the keys, so where you stay is where to be alive or dead, memories and past things, the disgust or gratitude of what was to tell you have done us evil, maybe you know where you think you live, then see what you did wrong or how you do not return. The others are not there to recognize those problems that you can’t find or, you don’t search, you say where you got lost. We are great now, our time is much past in the future. It will be a night where those who want do not, rest is none of our business, if you do not act against yourself or do evil, what can normalcy.

You know it’s nice to live here so dear, maybe you know me I don’t tell you anything anymore, since you are not here, those look like scissors but, you didn’t lose, you didn’t get lost, there should be a doctor for the rest, we weren’t even supposed to have a society where we had to do everything ourselves, where you don’t talk so as not to make mistakes or, if you lose you lost forever, so be careful. Memories, stop if you want to understand what is happening there you have to avoid, even what people who have not thought are saying.

The code of words are the facts that do not change, it has been working for years but it is always better to rest, to avoid, not to do in short. Contact is a loss: Saturday night what did you do, during the week or if you got married. What you know you do not support, not the unresolved while everything has a name, all the things described but someone talks about it, it is a very heavy reality your life for public duties. Today it’s like that, tomorrow who knows, you still believe that I don’t see, look it’s not the same as them what they lost. Incongruous situations where you are not there, you will grow up and you will understand until the end, in which century you live is certainly that dark shadow above and around you that pretends not to achieve, to get inside you then tonight, you know on this side the evening is very special, full of humans the day they have not done anything, for the usual and serious issues. Whose fault is it? We are a bit shabby to say this, each of us knows whose fault it is as many other things are colored. The blame is of what was said long ago, I think, what happened to say to be recognizable is already for a long time the same, not for five minutes or ten minutes., it is the transparency of our body another thing, we repair ourselves not to lose blood all ‘the rest of the day ... and it was already everything as the leaves fly in winter, the streets and streets with the good taste of what it was, the work must be done.

Alone in our small group, you can deal with matters that know the state that the eyes gratify, always the usual confusion in the past days, now they are sure to talk about something else and that the others do not talk about them because it is too much, so leeches are things that are not said by mistakes or, by simplicity, so we have lost that we cannot be called except in front of a lawyer, from how they have arranged us, it would be better to turn on the television. I’m going to see if there’s any coffee left in the kitchen, in the summary of a week where the world won’t stay, what you want to know won’t stay inside us. The first instinct, the rest of the Earth that revolves around us, without or with us, vitamins or medicines, after all, if you look where there isn’t any, don’t swallow them.

What to do or what air, senses, impulse, expression will give us. It’s better not to be controversial about the weather, today and yesterday’s thunderstorms are already made of what will happen.

Bye, G.

4. Sino Polis
31.03.2009

Today is a day like any other, he doesn’t feel better, we’ll sleep afterwards. Not knowing has always ruined many families but they understand me, they were not to say the mafia but worse. So you’re lost, you don’t know who to believe, who was that one where it’s not better to go for a beer to forget, where are we? It’s more what we forget, there’s emptiness inside us, what should we erase again and then forever, our disasters? Even further down we don’t understand what is there, inside the emptiness or not talking to have an expression anymore.

You have to die to Fascism, of false Fascism not to speak and denounce you. You can’t say dead and killed because you’re alive and well or, it’s forbidden to say that you’ve overcome an evil in the ego, the artistic property is refined so you’re beautiful. I also breathe and then I continue to breathe, believe me it’s all true to get confused to find yourself. It was so low the ideological thought of today compared to what it should be, you need to recover the consciousness of everyday life, of what you don’t know why it didn’t happen. Who tells you, where you want to find it written.

Maybe nobody understood us, it’s not in the lexicon you find but where you look, try in your favourite drawer. Everyone defeats an evil, convinced in the fight then lose themselves are cheaters, beheaded your fans or your bosses. Here it’s all expensive instead, sign good and original then you do a bit ‘who, as, when so much will be inhabitants in the same place also mine. The weight, the smell, the obsessions the phobias to hope for. Today’s massacre is nothing to them, they will always pay more or nothing for power, they are copies of us if you want to forget, while an insect should be taken as ‘the best tool, better not waste too much but it is what does not make you speak well of me, wants to get into our heads convinced that no one sees it, to say it’s a novelty. He will wait for the next massacre tomorrow, love dies, November who dies.

The classic is art, let go all those thoughts on your belly down on the desk, an exemplary cohabitation no or you are like that. The sea exists, what you want to know is what you don’t know, plus where you were. Problems whose solution is obvious that you couldn’t do anything about it, once there was nothing, he says, a time ago there was nothing but a surface, twice as bad, however, was what you say the pain. Here at my place there is no way to quarrel, those issues have already been lost, the solution is the way to go.

They will be sick people who are beaten, camouflaged to look angry, the words are in a non-compliant gravity, the error is circumscribed. Who speaks is the solution and still death, nobody says who or, what is the State, people do not exist is the topic of tonight: you have been erased, there is no solution is the easiest thing, because! by tradition goes along where there is nothing, the solution is you or, the streets have already been found, you are the object of what they are talking about.

Evil is honey aim too low your gaze, there is no more living space. Usually we are already in good or it all seemed to be over like tomorrow, where still coming is never back, it would be better to say it was wrong, tomorrow does not shine of any mountain but it is life, the way that arrives and then we are still in evil, still words there is nothing more to say or those files that have been deleted along with the many impediments not to make them say it again, it is human however they work in that point there, where it has never been possible, they would be instead those things that do not accept an off. What a dark night is here, the destruction at the end of the sentence, who was offended, who had to be and what had to happen. Now I tell you, nothing follows calm down, it’s all the problems, it’s days together as you see now or in a dream always the questions of the other time, you’re still listening or maybe you got distracted, period.

After a while it’s all over, it ends here, someone keeps silent about the act that you shouldn’t have done or the things that they say uh, we all know for sure but the soap is who, not me or someone else. Even today of these promiscuous promontories of me perhaps you have already understood, you are the rest of me, you who do not speak or do not exist. It was all you had and you didn’t take it, legions of humans have never lost anything of them, don’t believe in evil but in its existence, I’ll never stop to say it.

It works like this: never deny your faith in God and chips, you’re a boy you don’t have a Synergy but only an Energy then, who will tell you how the sentence goes on: it’s evil that speaks to you, that is your best friend, or who knows who will tell you because you don’t speak with open A’s. What an absence of state can do, nothing has changed, as five minutes ago a nightmare, so many things to tell you and life is full of mistakes.

From sin one does not speak, a good thing how to get rid of the harmful part, explain what is said down the street, like a wall of cork attached to a part of the brain. Good and evil are like all things, they exist outside of you, around and inside. Your time with those you lose it because you are not there, you don’t believe in good, you don’t believe in a single wave form or a note, there are no free people while we are already an absolved neighbour. How many times we’ve been attacked, they still want to know what they’re wrong about... thieves, scoundrels, those who suffer because they didn’t manage to understand themselves even with a degree, they still want it because they’re to blame or to get confused.

Here yes or no is the difference, the price for a life, the divine light reflected in the glass of a window, you’ve never seen a spore grow, still taboos and nonsense as eliminating the problem erases the source, it’s just fresh air that costs as much as the source of happiness or the end of lies then still silences, curses washed by hand by the rain, in addition to what you had to do you build another. I believe in music not in mass suicide, how clumsy is the normal falsehood of humans, what you see! the strength of loneliness, of knowing how to be alone is much greater and longer, where they say I assure you it is false, the true is obscured, what seems oral is not words but actions against or for you, the irreverent fresh air memories of a wrong era already existed. Do you remember or have something to say about this, everyone says it’s the past but, it’s still useful today for something, so it must remain but, too strong indeed open is the wound, you won’t even be able to talk, they never came to kill you quietly? Yes, you’ll keep silent then, it’s not the time of the past anymore, from prison they’ll tell you how you can’t call mistakes together with today’s Sun or, that always the same wanted to pass for another, it’s blamed on one who had nothing to do with it, you can’t enjoy anything, tomorrow it’s the same. Memories of the past, love, passion, music lost in time, plus wasted time.

You and me the power of your own throat, where the sea ends, as fascist as our time is, you see the light as it shines, and it’s surprising to find your things at home in place, a little for everyone is so. Bye G.

5. What changes
30.04.2009

Extinguished down there, as far as he said a thought to arrive, I suggest it had to be the wrong place, it’s already finished. The place doesn’t have to be a point to finish the places to be wrong, assess what the reality was, already look at the problems we have around us, they are always there no, and it’s always a catastrophe from two millennia ago, who loses is constantly, who of course already done, people are living in poor misery.

What will they then have to say to each other, how it continues even more decomposed or Alice is not there, you do not exist. Convenient products and fearful business of our low or other high countries, among other things what you want to continue, to do first. Where he stopped, I wouldn’t know but I’m sure he’ll have got lost down there in the background, near the bar or your favourite club, the law is where you go as always, even many people who are not employed in their jobs, too many free. The modern news, mechanics built on yesterday in writing to the judiciary, on posters in the municipality, the news are not really or completely so, it is a mistake to lose what already exists to see something else. You need an instruction on what you will see later, it is the school that still do not give, then another world is all well covered with a truck tarpaulin, like those who hit us with sticks, even the graphics are forbidden in this place that is not you but, a concentration camp. Uninterruptedly complaining until the point where it ends, while you know or you don’t know, what or why we go, we advance as you see there are others there, I’m tired it’s not even time to write to you: here those abuse is so they say to exist or to stay.

A product is never perfect, a white line for her as a rule is good, only if widespread is common, as if you turn off. A communication is necessary for what was the real act or form, a thought that does not express itself, you said the same with your participation. Look at the life I spend here, you there, television, business, so millions of people all for us already, the explosive quantity not the quality. What it means to have or live, engineer rings the bell all in their places, we leave. Note: the bell is fine the rings no, just today. When you don’t speak, how much is it because already too much, too many people speak then, who for you, for me or for others, what and for what. The eyes are watching us, objects are thrown or that culture that doesn’t take hold. You hear the sound of an airplane or have already seen too many transformations, look at the life that I spend here and you there. Peace is Easter you like to smoke or talk, I have already had three glasses of wine, after all there is a lot of work to do, someone has already understood me. Who lives with an evil or who criticizes a good does not exist, a thought is also what you, well is according to justice in its form, in its colors, what today may seem like a dream is really another.

You live but where ingestion or hiring are free, so many limbs are a little difficult, the days spent thinking, walking in the streets. Zero evils are to begin to breathe our time, you will see the world slip away like a wall collapsing down.

The verse is you, the church had been banned, serious problems such as forceful blows to the head and body that forbid our peace. Time is the key included in what you can say, there is no presentation in this state of those who have words, but if you want you can find many problems on the street like yours, mine, or if at home they deny the good these powerful artificial elected however is not true, as we were never born, indeed it must be only a success or, a new what is today. Good is a particular nature, not a concentration on the vilified object, where it goes exists without harm, not at some point just the public affair such as the question of having been reversed or guilt.

It was the month of May when it happened, people decide the future and the past, death for you, for me I don’t know what to say, whoever kills the present is here, whoever speaks elsewhere only says the false. The usual evils without telephone, the day that everyone wanted to raise the title that is different for everyone. Turn on the radio is already history the rest of the hour, it is true that there are not many words that are needed but, why is already destroyed all our future with all our problem. Good morning, the air is not art. All ‘success already happened, here it will be.

It is the absence, the emptiness, the home tortures, the absence of state or laws. Yours or mine, what is it fair to say: where were you? You don’t want to understand what was necessary or who speaks at the bottom of the soul, how many pains not to be alone. You see, the truth has already passed, how hard it is to write instead, everything is already old while the law still cannot be kept at home, for us or for that obstacle that makes us beautiful after understanding and overcoming it. I hope in your reading you will always want to put something of yours, so that we can understand the roots, how long is the river that does not want and will not stop. Maybe they didn’t understand me, I don’t want to kill him, he’s already dead.

You want to know your school lineage came to visit me, I don’t like to do everything myself but, a wound hurts, you have to close it also or above all by yourself, as sometimes to exonerate yourself from practices for a day from the invented Sun. A few moments or minutes are enough for a total resolution, and you do not know who you are talking to because it is forbidden to say, kiss or better to overcome. Only taboo boredom or deficiency, if not here what they bring: to make mistakes where the error does not exist but, for heaven’s sake how come it is all hidden, so today reveals our argument that outrages us or, as everyone has preferred to continue.

A charge for the day, that of... you know it always depends on who speaks of the time, of the era you live in, on your state and the democracy that and in force, with its laws installed, the losses, the lack of knowledge that passes through the brain, down in the street or on television, plus that strange business also associated with total resolution, it is curious then I am total. Keeping intact is today’s practice because yesterday it was, how much confusion just as soon as you wake up today. Since then you have felt a memorable silence for ten years, not to mention more, they were sileni brand of torpedo, weapon used to turn off your house.

Humans come out of evil, this from the verb evacuate, people close to you, so things that exist around you, once they were warriors, now there is the problem of hunger but this is also a fact of the past, you are always looking for a private place to breathe freely, there are those who want to bring the whole nation.

Listen to some music or, rest at a certain time you do before. Transform yourself that ‘the world has changed, for me it’s a crime to say something like that, right is to say the world has changed, now you’re there go on. It’s always a new, and it’s always available sometimes changes, only one point disappears if you want in the world, that insult that nobody cleans up, in the sense of washing with detergent. A happy worry today, an email is a gutter. Where the sea ends the earth begins, this is not our common or two nations, but they can only be defeated by the laws of the state. Geometry and architecture tell us how the one who speaks is evil, the absurd division of houses into evil, then that where the state ends I begin is worse.

Ok so your friend stinks, this like the idea of where we live but, it’s already true. Police halt, what do you think! Good morning, do you want to continue on which side, see at your eye why don’t we talk about it, what happened to you in the afternoon, where is your state of arrest, look for the law state of arrest is report or lawsuit, on legal articles that force you to arrest, there is no one up here on the second floor.

Emptiness is our real continental threat, because it’s not from here, or it’s from here. In general it’s the problem of being human, what do you want to continue, our city is empty then, that little problem comes back there is always like who told you and, to whom you made it understood. Too empty, you can’t say the smallest words, a few moments from Sin city. False fascists, no holocaust story, feel the silence of the sulphur. How much peace it is to die today, how much duty one cannot and, other problems.

Who steals, who plunders there must be a mistake, the State is not there, will continue tomorrow. The slogans, two points. One shot then the fresh air, a new atmosphere, new colours already, please. The dead who die without state, without blame. The arresting blow, whoever wants where he goes is unable, if I understood the limit, the threshold plus twelve or thirteen other things, to tomorrow which is always another day.

Life continues on roads that are not stained, even where we did not expect to go, fresh, perfumed by our free thinking, where I do not tell you who, you cannot say the name, cannot, where today has ended. A war that continues in peace, words cut out to command you not to speak. A law follows what has been distorted, or, what is stronger. Where good has ended, good does not end, even if we do not know where we are going, because we have fog in our heads. The subject of today is always the today that has not been, to go on without cuts, without blood. What you’re afraid of has already happened, normal is what you didn’t expect.

Fresh air, we are all tired, the perfect revolutionary, overwhelming ideal is not an abstract but, a qualified to repeat. It exploits the work of evil as a wrong software dearly, as to be avoided in the discourse of our actions. Poverty will never be enough, already the one who identifies calls you for his responsibility. Tell them what is missing, out of nowhere there is nothing, out of where they are installing there is only emptiness.

“As the sea slipped away to find me out of a hole or a tunnel, there was nothing left to do.” A hug G.