Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Was There A Silver Zippo Made

" You playing with u so "

What words are important and your liver Moretti smashed on the pavement. And I swear this is true love in the songs as pop charts, which is very late eighties and you're so beautiful even when I laugh at you.
I lost the car but then I found and I lost you but I've never seen again and in both cases I was rotten drunk, I'm giving it some time and he pays the contours of the fading memories that will go out.
Then I find myself to Brondi evening with acne and speak the word that is so dear that is a perfect synonym of your teenage acne that has not you have white skin but white like me and never stop singing for home. I give you also the concerts which are not involved and in which I did not even tremble the knees that I just happen in front of certain discs in certain jukebox now. Joy.
When you return from abroad is the most beautiful song you wrote and I remember that she is my when you write.
You - with u playing like this - filled me with his fingers with ink.
(dis) graces.


in hangover where you lost an earring and I brought home all my myths,
Mattia Barro

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Beautiful Agony Free Clips Latest

" You then play in Shanghai with my bones "

Sometimes then you remember how we smile and do it almost hiding to me, that's been a long, long time now, ever since I saw you laugh. and laughed.
Days go by like trains on my feet that I have even more strength to curse and just start to resign on a mission to mission. Missionary underdeveloped as my sense of modesty that what I say I love you tell me it's eight o'clock and I take it preclude irony even when fate is to take another street in another life.
Then when I became a doctor I prescribed a transfusion of my blood for you to be immune, but you were already, and are explained so many things I took notes and I punched the wall in the hospital and the points that I can say to be a tough ride and tease me for sure.
You then play in Shanghai with my bones and everyone can get out alive should teach me how to do it.
There is neither the pencils or the notifications that pop up like pimples. Lost in the ether and Italic hinterland that crushes his fingers as the doors of the cars double parked under the house, that when you were waiting in front, we entered from behind. But you will not find her, and I'm not a boxer. On the calendar
sign of xi with the days when we've seen in November and is a minefield and I am too clumsy to get out alive. I'm not like you, alas.
E 'in 2010 which then never feel, with great new technology of the century, is a declaration of Intent and the notary signature to my attempts to empty to let you know that it was not a coach. When
then poetry has become less and less and I could not longer compete with the faces. Dear you, dear to me but with a different linguistic meaning.
That last time I saw you, drunken dreams aside, I had dry lips, sleepy eyes and bones in sight. But everything is fading and I have a Delorean and you're out of reach as my phone if I'm in the kitchen in the province. And I'm not even a bicycle for me to cut the face from wind and brag of tears. I had laundry feelings. And now I lose
only.


Mattia Barro

Monday, November 15, 2010

Can Low Iron Cause Leukemia

" I'll take you to laugh in the Scandinavian countries a bit 'on'

instructions disuse and disarmament which I armed with good will to overcome your emotional minefield and make you sign the armistice. You and I were looking for space that I quoted you in court.
when then talk with you again and 'status as the first of two teenagers.
one day you will play the refrain in your house, sitting with his legs crossed and fingers crossed to get wrong all the agreements and agree with you. I set fire to all the red hair in this witch hunt and there are still people who think I'm joking, like you.
'll take you in the Scandinavian countries to laugh a little 'warm up at events, winning all your young resistance. Just tell me it's time to book Ryanair for you and I share the armrest of the seats, but a hero of the two seats that will probably leave it to you then leave me alone to wander in the freezing cold, and bear. that I grazieaio sociopathy have restored and inks.
with all the photos you sent me I papered my room of memories and dreams, but most of the beers are always empty.
Then when we meet again in 2012.
the thin line between love and bile. but one day you will understand the first time and the time although now it is full and does not know what to do. or make their own.
post-atomic memories of past kleenex so that star open-heart was normal take cold. and bruises on me and a sore throat to you, call it separation of property.
have broken frames and scattered limbs and parts of the heart that it was a shootout with the indexes, which I know you love me, because it shows me always.
but perhaps did not work that way.

a iphone, Matthew
barro

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Masterbation Using Sarees

"notes from a parking lot in Turin" - censored.

When I thought it was a-hours, and instead was pure dentistry.
I wake up in a car parked in an empty Sunday morning and I stop to vomit in the corner that I asked you to pretend to-arms while I blow my nose. Our hangover
have pimples. We have the
--------- ----- ----- and that is they told me and went to breakfast --- --- Turin in the sacredness of the rain that is acid as for my awakening.
Singing songs in the living room and not hear me say that everything I need is in the fridge, you do not have nothing else to offer. We dwell on this with a biblical clarity and slurred speech upon you all to I-hour, all the - hours that I did not. More
.

---.

I wanted to tell you but I had to or subtitles with me. The
Bugiardini I proven wrong and that cough it seems we stopped on the highway and vomiting constantly. In this vodka I see your fists and my bruises.
The hi-five for the lo-fi sociopathy.
Then when I waited for a whole weekend I miss your posts abroad, we were not even strangers. Outside the gray solar time and you have white skin like me, and I melt. Nothing else in common.
Sindacalizzami too mn-our. When he


- - ----- and I'm at the same time. Distance
as if - ----- - was broken in half, like me. As ever.
The post-apocalypse of the day and hour after that change in the night - - ----- that is not the sunrise and I'm tired of shit between the torrential ------ cough out rain and hail in and - - --- --- -----. push
Since then I learned to swear.
I just more left shoes and I get on the wrong foot ecicredo.
Thinking on the stairs where - I-Handheld - ------ now fall down fractured limbs and the parts that do not fit the rest of us more as my fingers between the ribs you, I would have called --- ent sen. Forgive me. What
then I say to you stalker-hours and is perhaps only palindromes. Or a federal crime of which I denounce as I announced the timetable for the exchange stage. discount