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SON THE CHEST, AND TAKE THE GUN' ON FIRE, AND 'THE TIME TO SHOOT YOUR FIRST DEER

Last night I saw Videocracy. In Rome 'in the province of Littoria not by any cinema. I think it is to see. The outrage is already without the stars, but our outrage is not for everyone. I think it only right to circulate news of the film and the film itself.
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I saw it with Fisheries and Mauro, in Rome we went by train. To get back home we took that of 22'55, which stops Campoleone. I really needed to take a train an hour late. This summer, apart from the route, I did not go anywhere. I mean, not been away from home for several days on vacation short. It's not that I now feel the need to be "on vacation" somewhere, is that I feel the need to take a train (a train that does not mean the newspaper for Rome, but other than that, any train). If I go to some place I do not for the goal, I do it for the train. Okay yes, I do it for the goal, but the train is the best. I love cables, larger than blacks in the air, bent down, making up and down when the train leaves the station.

Today is the birthday of Perry. Congratulations Perry. Perry I know of American film with Ben Stiller. In recent days I saw a little 'film in tivvù, today I saw one taken from a novel by Jane Austen, English lords with those nineteenth-jokes and digs at the middle-class Time. Last week I saw one of the director of The Royal Tenenbaums , called The Darjeeling Limited . Good movie. Just beautiful. I also saw another movie where a guy who fancies himself a cowboy towing a chick who does tangled up, but then I have not seen the end.
It 's a time when I believe Americans are the top films. Fuck, they have fastfood longitudinal benches with back to back, the neon blue, petrol stations in the desert, the highway that passes through Las Vegas, the fire escapes on the sides of buildings with bricks and all 'ste figaggini spectacular. And then the drive-in theater, the flannel shirts, the garbage cans and cylindrical Manoni with the index up to baseball games. Without that nothing Bukowski, anything Woody Allen, no Ramones, no? I mean it in the United States, there have never wanted to go, but now I want to. To take a look, that's all. Oh well.

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GOODBYE HEROIN BOB / I HAVE THE JACOPO

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Yeah. Dear Peppefoti leaves the microphone and we are looking for another singer. Then vave, Peppetto us to love each other the same. It will, at a date to choose a final live and then with the Heroin Bob Manuel, Dagnelie and the unknown singer will begin a new group. We wanted to makes 'na' Hosa lively and postpunkeggiante, Boys Do not Cry for the sake of clarity. Bass Straight, the Cribs and riffetti fags that play fast hihat which is always cool. We like to come on.
In any case we are reprinting the cover of the EP of Heroin Bob sucked in circulation in dogs. I'm new to printing on colored paper purchased IKEA, the issue has made her red, purple and the mo we are in the blue. So as soon as you see I give you coeprtina to replace the old and new, should not we have it, you also pecked the cd.
Occhèi confess. The idea of \u200b\u200bthe issues is a tribute to the colorful boxes of pochemon for gheimboi. Gne he he.

(Livio, go to Rome to show Saturn's Butte, you will like it trust me).

Last published by Jacopo bullshit, that of tribal dance, makes me think. From eccheccazzo! E 'brilliant! It 's wonderful! And 'one of the largest pearls ever devised by man of dementia after Ace Ventura and Francescooh fucking aliens!
About Jacopo I'm reading the last letters of Jacopo Ortis and I like it a lot. The letters written after removal from the hills Pallos Hills are a huge mavvabbè. Today I finish 'missing a few pages. In my head the Ortis is a kind of Jacopodolce without glasses and brown hair with a little 'slicked, Teresa Liv Tyler with a Venetian accent, Lorenzo the lead singer of the Killers and curly blonde girl Isabellina any advertising. Michael did not understand how old, but in any case, is the lowest Camel.