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'cause we're all made of stars . Bello
the Moby concert last night. But really nice. Fantastic indeed.
sounds so cool, amazing vocalist, antiberlusconianismo declaration and an hour and a half of warhorses like Natural Blues. They were three-four years that I listened to Moby (Play was one of those albums that you hear so many times that in the end you feel it more). Maybe I put it on the podium of the finest concerts ever. Besides the concert, the evening was wow: Oliver showed off the play bike / card-not-to-know-what (after a dialogue with the / the guy / a Stand missiles and a failed purchase of a laser to those using thirteen Neptune). Palmacci has opened my eyes to the world of folk song in Terracina and soaked with sweat a crown of burgerking. James, who with the hair extensions back to the physical similarity Jacopodolce the years gone by, has jacopeggiato. Louis went on leave after the concert. Perry zompettato Livio and disappeared for a couple of hours.
Here. Let us pause a moment on this last point.
Livio has disappeared. Towards the twenty-two said he was going to San Lorenzo to see some friends and then get to the concert. Once we went out to a concert is never reached. San Lorenzo to find the friends already, but who assures us that it went really well? Livio has never come to Piazza del Popolo and the three in the morning waiting for us in the house of Jacob in Colli Albani who knows how long. After the concert, the telephone, a dozen of my "where are you?" responded with so many "are not in the area," and then say (or lie?) "are still in San Lorenzo." What did you do in those five hours? Where was it? Who was that? Why?
course, will also be gone from friends in San Lorenzo but, you know, does not stand up without an alibi witness. I do not know what happened in those five hours, I dare not imagine, but I invite you to reflect. Under the house of the Cacchione has Giacopo said, with feigned nonchalance, of being there for half an hour. I wonder, and if it had been around the longest? Why insist on the phone with the look under the house of Jacob? Maybe it has moved away from us at 22 meters to find the still open and head Anagnina to commit some kind of insane gesture ... or maybe he even had time to move in two opposite areas of the capital to stage lies on the phone and then expect the house of Jacob. I just hope that everyone is touched, did not suffer.
God only knows.
Losco Livio. Really shady. Yeah.
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THE REAL END POST (I had forgotten)
Tuesday morning, Piazza del Popolo, Fishing appearance. Near the church, one that gives up Piazzale Flaminio, a naked man is defecating in public. Once you have finished collecting the excrement expelled with a spatula and place it in a bag. Proud scratches his sex, then wash in the fountain. Here come the police.
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