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La macchina fila veloce. La strada corre. Io sono il punto fermo. Scorre la città. Non un pensiero. Non una preoccupazione.

Invincible Omnipotence.

The heart beats. The pressure increases.
Sale. Sale. Sale. Sale.
nostrils burn like fire of damnation.
speed. Time. Space. Engine.
are intertwined with the circuit a circuit.
The machine line speed. Accelerator. I do not know the brake.
are combustible. Overtaking
. Neurons. Speed \u200b\u200bof unknown worlds.
mica know the speed of light? Chaos
cyberspace.

STOP.

The eyelids begin to weigh. Sleep comes over me. The road is asphalt. Houses around me. The periphery. Gray. The wait for tomorrow. The weight of a past. The habit of this. The head is an appendix
empty. The resounding silence. The machine breathes the last breath.
gears that do not fit.
Then a red light.
arrest.
Nothing. The
down.

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Immortal


Immortal. As your hair

The velvet of the time, as the void

quiet mornings in August.
Immortal.

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Not only palta

Nothing is' more expensive in the world of the welfare of our pigs.

Our commitment is to satisfy as much as possible the demands of both the sows but also the needs and desires of piglets to which the House phony offers opportunities for play and fun in and out of the pigsty pigsty.

We want to ensure that these activities are also times when education and training to foster their growth and their welfare.

There was therefore a large playground equipped with entertainment specifically designed to promote the welfare of animals and their full physical development.

E 'infattti been shown that a healthy pig, showing a smart and perfectly formed far more palatable to a boorish pig rimbecillito the playstation.

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more acorns than cereals

For several years we have carried out the "More acorns, more grains," which provides, inter alia, the creation of self by a nettle piglets with a careful program increment.
Small pigs feed on acorns and grain, some of which, through their droppings, leading to new plants that provide fresh food. This

to teach pigs to salad, and carrots in the pot Gianda not happen by accident. It 'just on the commitment of farmers like us who aim to educate our animals healthy lifestyles.

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Our project was born in a summer night of full moon, makes use of numerous stakeholders in the area, carefully selected according to certain criteria:

- What animals have families of our animals ( guarantee of zero km)

- What are vegetarians (pigs are not really omnivores);

- Growers who have at heart the Cocoon holistic fibers (EN ISO 40012 certified guarantee of great luga than biological);

- Terms sanitary packs made with lemon, natural pesticide known, sourdough leavened agglomerated, chopped fish bones (many cats will help us in the management of the colony of field mice, which existed prior to our arrival and we wanted to protect).

Our project also includes collaborations with groups at risk of social exclusion, to be defined according to the Georeferencing available in the area. Last born of

Progettone (as we call it lovingly between us), the cottage Nutritional and Environmental Education. This will give you timely information.

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Referendum peas

the attention of Agnes Pasello
Responsible for Coordination of Cascina phony

Dear Agnes

I regret having to disturb again, but I think it is rather important and I would like you to tell me clear guidance on this issue. My confidence in lupulin falters ...

Even before it became the EC Regulation (n.1804/1999), we implement the principle that "In organic food must be designed to ensure quality production rather than to maximizing production "(MD August 4, 2000). I must not tell you, of course, we do it everywhere on the farm and our pigs are no exception. We talked about the first time 23 years ago at the founding meeting, remember? "Even with the pigs, we do, pig world," said Hector factor, raising his proverbial cup of Gutturnio. Since we breed them

(February 2001), our pigs are taken out to pasture in oak wood during the long summer months and the first winter. Brady, they feed a lot of acorns that (fortunately for us) more abundant fruit nell'appezzamento the hill to the south-west. It is a joy for me to see them scratching! I go there often, in season, so I order to accompany porcari Elio and graduates who look after them and make sure everything goes according to natural rhythms.

During more harsh winter, when pasture is impractical, we will take the piglets in the barn to feed them and offer them peas, lupins and potatoes (all bio, ca va sans dire). I know that we do not 'peas it' lupins here, but the pigs really like and so 'we take them from the nearby organic farm lupulin. Are not more of 35km from here, Agnes, I know you do not like to go away. But for a few months a year you can do, right?

Well, I mean, coming to the point. A few days ago is repeated a fact already happened last summer, but with new implications. Elio and Laura (the porcari) they heard a violent grunt in the barn "yellow" and then an eerie silence. Once entered, they saw all 27 of the piglets Yellow speechless, petrified. Becket `tails upward, pointing in a threatening
apparent red coin rubber that was standing between the` mixture of peas, lupins and potatoes.

helium is immediately apologized for the incident with the pigs and sent to the finding lupulin for questioning. For the second time, it is said with reasonable certainty to be "red rubber gasket lost by harvesting machine for peas (similar in type to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9tMGgs4bI but the other seller). The machine has been rented by the company Trattorelli". Luppolina ha precisato che, nonostante questa fosse l'unica guarnizione persa dalla Trattorelli, la fornitura di piselli era sospesa.

Senonche' ieri l'altro arrivano centinaia di lettere all'attenzione diretta di ciascun maialino nella quale Luppolina informa e chiede. Informa del fatto che, nonostante i "Gialli" abbiano protestato circa la presenza di piselli, tale alimento e` tra i favoriti per i maialini (gradimento al 98.63265%). Fa inoltre notare che si sono trovate solo due guarnizioni in mezzo agli oltre 17 milioni di piselli scodellati. Nonostante un qualunque maiale avrebbe digerito in un battibaleno la guarnizione e senza alcuna conseguenza sanitation, lupulin estimated that the risk of finding that piece of rubber on your plate rather than 'anywhere else on the globe is much smaller than the probability of making the old Totip 14 +. In the bottom of the letter are set up two large circles. You will be asked to piglets of pucca snouts in the portion of lupins and potatoes and stamped with the nose preferred option: "I want peas with seal" or "I do not want peas with
seal.

reactions were more diverse. Some thought it was a test to see if, in addition to the organic origin 'of the product, the questioning had pig also a taste for the presentation of the dish and then he wanted to somehow "garnish." They have obviously responded "I" to the test. Others have responded that no, they do not want the seal and then rather nothing peas. Many, many pigs' but, my dear Agnes, refused to participate in the test. They did not want to stamp snouts in no where. "Like why '?" Said one of the ones I personally asked "If lupulin a seal may pass without consequences sanitation from my gut, I wonder what I should be afraid to be found in lupins or the potatoes before you switch suppliers. "

Son have not slept for three nights thinking about it. How about it, Agnes? Ever yours

Angelo

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Other than phony bio! Siam

The day we decided to espouse the cause of certification led us in the face of a terrible dilemma: Bio
or guarantee EN ISO 40012?

Qui da noi l'ISO EN 40012 non e' ancora molto diffusa mentre in Moldavia e in Kazakistan sta diventando lo standard qualitativo irrinunciabile

sulla spinta di questi nuovi stimoli si è deciso di integrare l’esistente procedura di gestione mangime, con l’obiettivo di ottenere maggiore sicurezza nella fase della distribuzione e di consumo dei mangimi speciali. Nello specifico, dal prossimo anno un apposito tabellone luminoso con il filmato di comportamento sarà trasmesso alle pareti del porcile in modo visibile al fine di aiutare tutti affinché si vigili sulla corretta gestione della dieta, a tutela di ogni maialino.

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three little pigs

Il Nostro allevamento nasce nel lontano anno 2000.
Allora Pigs were just three, like the fairy tale.

now has more 'than 500 animals in our farm, all carefully selected and bred according to the most sound principles of rationalization attentive to the needs of small, so' as the mother sows.

Seats available in sties model are increased for next year and also provide the service to anyone requesting them.
The increasing demands show that these services are now considered indispensable.

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Déjà Vu Live from The Outpost

Prese il silenzio degli ultimi giorni mettendo in ordine le vocali degli istanti davanti la soglia dei suoi quarantasette anni.

Eppure già troppi.

Si accostò al letto, ultima meta di una vita percorsa mordendo la strada.

Tolse le scarpe. Prese il rosario. Le mani sul petto. Chiuse gli occhi cercando silenzio.

Chiese al tempo di non invecchiarla troppo. Al vento di non sgualcirle le vesti. Al fuoco di non arderle il cuore. Alla morte di non farle del male.

Intorno a lei tutto in ordine. Aveva scelto il vestito. Il colore.

"Il nero no, il marrone nemmeno, facciamo il blu, blu come la notte", aveva detto a un paio d’occhi tristi. E ora c’era solo da attendere e ripensare alla vita passata.

I soldi, quei pochi da parte per il suo funerale.

"A nessuno i miei figli dovranno chiedere", aveva detto due giorni dopo aver scoperto la malattia.

gasps stumbled in the teeth. Words fell beyond the mouth. Our Father. Hail Mary. And his eyes closed. And the faces already seen.

A voice called her by name. A stroke took her hand. Spirit was already longing for the body. Melancholy of the past.

E 'normal thought is normal.

I gotta go, she seemed to say, but the mouth did not produce any sound tight. It closed on April 30 of heart early in the morning ...

"Hello" said the next day sitting on a chair white with his legs dangling on the ground that did not arrive.

The pink dress. The shoulder-length braids.

And he took the tea cup in green ceramic stroking a smile to his father. He did the same with his mother busy counting the dreams in his eyes.

jumped up playing the last sip.

a glance. The kitchen, the walls, the smell of laundry just lying. The dust on the "scale" of a piano sitting in the front seemed to see a little girl. A narrow room in which a voice heavy. Twitched, then the heart beat normally again.

He made a couple of steps.

"It seems to me that they have done," he thought silently.

"It 's late," his mother yelled from the other room.

"Arrival" he said taking a heavy backpack just before the steps to move toward the first day of school ...

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was a bit 'that are missing from here. So much that I almost missed this fetid air. The first light of morning, flooding the city. Before my eyes there are memories of past lives. Girls in bloom left on the door. Old matrons, sluts craft paid to send away a bit 'sad.
Whores are the psychology of the road. Enter. The vomit on some shit behind each other. The pay you and you come out empty leaving the weight of a life of shit who is accustomed to wallowing in shit every day between a violent pimp that marks the punched card and a slobbering old to fight his impotence .
I have a bottle. A bar. The music of a juke box that plays continuously since 1960, from the days when a Mary Jane moved her legs dangling your dreams.
Those were good times. Time where time did not yet know of the past and seemed to age really impossible. From the pockets of my days I'm so, so much that even I can remember, and the rest as drops of whiskey on the counter it is washing away the old bitch at the bar.
Suddenly the sadness fades, the lights go up, the atmosphere fades on nothing. The audience cheers roar applause as summer rains. Bravo, well, congratulations! I want more! Tell us a story yet!
And I produce in a funny bow, because that's the direction they want. There's nothing to talk about tonight. The piano music playing the last eighth while leaving a chair painted in solitude.
Through the black backdrop and is already another dimension, another world ... or maybe not.
Motel, sweaty beds other thousand sons of bitches, of shit food, alcohol, poor and nasty on duty to make you stables stelle.

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The History of Love This is also Asso

Salutammo gli intervenuti, paganti felici e mai scontenti, giunti da ogni dove per poter assistere al numero più grande, quello del cerchio della morte, una distanza da percorrere a velocità costante sfidando ogni legge di gravità. Io ero vicino a lui che guidava la vecchia cadillac sgangherata...

- Prima o poi dovrà succedere - diceva Asso quando qualcuno gli sottolineava il potenziale rischio di morire. Poi si leccava il labbro superiore e con la mano sfiorava la vecchia cicatrice che dalla fronte correva giù, fino all'inizio del collo, segno di un incidente tremendo occorsogli non durante una manifestazione sportiva, ma in un giorno di vacanza nel più classico degli impegni familiari. - Una volta vicini alla morte - diceva lui - non si ha più alcun timore. E' soltanto questione di abitudine. -
In quell'incidente aveva perso tutto. Moglie, figlia, lume della ragione e qualche anno. Ci aveva guadagnato una cicatrice da farsi carezzare da Lula, vecchia puttana di Coney, e un paio di contratti per il circo delle macchine.
Ricordo ancora come iniziò il tutto. Ero un suo spettatore. Un giorno, finito lo spettacolo, mentre ripartivo sentii bussare al vetro del mio catorcio. Tirai giù il finestrino. Il freddo della sera mi investii come uno schiaffo in pieno viso. Coperta dall'ombra una figura si fece avanti.
-Hai da accendere? - chiese mimando il gesto dell'accendino.
-Non fumo- risposi.
-Ahi ahi, un altro fottuto salutista- ribatté sicuro. Al che fece due passi avanti mostrando un mento imponente e pronunciato alla luce tremula di un lampione. La cicatrice risplendeva nella notte. Gli occhi colorati di furente vigore. Fiamme, aveva fiamme nelle pupille. Bruciava come tizzoni ardenti dentro un camino. - Hai mai pensato davvero di poter rischiare qualcosa? Sei mai stato davvero vivo? - Chiese infuocando la sigaretta con un accendino tirato fuori dalla tasca destra della giacca.
- Non capisco cosa vuoi dire - dissi confuso.
- Vuoi correre? Ti va di rischiare di essere vivo? Ti va di dimostrare qualcosa? Hai il viso di chi non ha niente da perdere e tutto da guadagnare, hai gli occhi di un temporale che conosco - disse sputando il fumo all'interno dell'abitacolo. Feci sì due volte con la testa.
Due giorni dopo salutammo gli invitati, paganti felici e mai scontenti, giunti da ogni dove per poter assistere al numero più grande, quello del cerchio della morte, una distanza da percorrere a velocità costante sfidando ogni legge di gravità. Io ero vicino a lui, lato passeggero, della sua vecchia Cadillac sgangherata.
Fu alla fine dell'ultimo giro che successe tutto. Fu proprio lì che disse: - Avevo bisogno di testimoni, avevo bisogno di qualcuno che potesse raccontare la mia storia - e terminato il giro d'onore con una scheggia di vetro si tagliò via le vene dei polsi. Non ebbi il tempo di say a word because there was a moment in the crash. The car crumpled upon us. A few seconds of agony and two powerful hands pulled me out ...

When a few days later I awoke I was in a hospital bed. I got in trouble for refusing to go to the bathroom very pernicious use of the "parrot". Before me is parried my reflection in the mirror. I had a scar on his face that I tore the skin left eye corner of his mouth. My eyes were fire, the chin. My face had changed expression. But it was me, Ace, ready for another circus. For another round of death.

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Empty bottles a step away from me on the table
green game
reflect my swollen eyes
green alcohol and swearing. The phone

knocked down the last idea on the wall, dirty and bulky shoes

Bullets and stones for the giants.
Television talk about anything
audience with tears in command
where were you yesterday, what will you do today,
music that jumps from one disk
ruined and aged.
poison into the coffee

am going to go to sleep in the bed of dirty whores
purchased by the hour, even this is love

too sweat.

I'm Pooping Blood And I Have Hemorrhoids

PERFECT


Perfetto il foro al centro
Della mia fronte.
Mirare è qualcosa
Che con l'indice
Sai fare fin troppo bene.
Indicare, diresti.
Giudicare, direi.
Perfetto il foro al centro,
Bruciapelo il tuo colpo
Di revolver 6, 5.
Odio tascabile
Per amori ingombranti.

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cigarette


Un bacio, l'ultimo, dolce mia amante
Prima di lasciarti lenta cadere
Prima di vederti lenta morire
Bruciata a terra nel fuoco che arde.

Il tuo esile corpo di carta e catrame
Mia tentazione, vizio sublime
Let your fingers, not with his mouth while
Weave silent in my cravings.

breathing in the wind invulnerable body
by fire, a breath drink,
often to me are sweet comfort
As light in the darkness as a beacon in the sea.

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Dreams and penances

The room is damp and the walls, covered with a thin layer of mold, smell of old and stale. An underwater world. A sewer. The reality of inaccessible underground.
At times, such as gusts, I sense the stench of feces left to soak in waste of all animals more assholes on the planet, mice, dogs, cats, humans, like animals in dire need to rid the bowels.
The rain that seeps through a crack in the ceiling that echoes to the ground with every second ticking able to emphasize if you make the mistake of paying attention.
Tick, tick, tick, tick ...
- Vero you feel it? - Ask the man to Da Vinci with his wrists bound by handcuffs bright to tighten its movements. Nude. In the nature of the poor emaciated chest. Awkward in the whiteness of the ankles. Scared prey as if his eyes fixed wide open and I hear the panting of his anxious and nervous.
Suddenly moans because it would mean something. - Bad news! - Exclaimed, interrupting him. - You have no right to silly demands. Evitami the "please", "forgive me" or "finiscimi now."
Moreover, the number of words and dramatized not been silent, would be endless if the extravagant imagination of those who begs for mercy. There must be some library in a breviary with useful phrases to convince your tormentor to spare. It starts from "I have children and wife" and ends with "kill me by then, then what." All
already seen everything already well documented by miles and miles of tape. When the tip
dell'anfibio hit his testicles feel like an antique. Nameless excitement that presses on the bottom of the heart sensations evoking lust. I stop, breath. He feels pain, I like. This disparity gives me shivers.
needles begin to slip into every part of his body. In the chest, throat, arms, palms of the hands, legs, feet. All the nerve endings have their own outlet. And he sweats, moans, throws incomprehensible verses. Going crazy with pleasure. Torture is a perversion old, the dream of so many bodies have available.
point straight to the orgasm.
The breath is getting shorter interspersed with pauses. I feel the adrenaline into the bloodstream. The nerve of ox tearing the skin is opening a new dimension door.
I see blood flow and jets of vaporized moisture in the air ...
Suddenly a sound Suddenly he is off his mind.
One, two, three seconds.
Then his eyes widened.
Above me the ceiling white. Alongside and in front of the beds in a row where they lie dormant and blessed my sisters.
my head on a cross, a prayer, Our Father for all sin like a sword of penance.
[Between his legs were the consistency of wet and wanton excitement].

RAMMSTEIN - DU HAST

Swag And Bow Christmas

The Ace "Take All" A Perfect Day

The green lights of the sign of the local light blows of the marble porticoes of Via Saffi just outside of Bologna. Recall color in the beam that is reflected in mid-air dance on the tips of my boots polished. The Butterfly opens to me. Polished floor, faux crystal tables, chairs, white and blue lights dim counter. Beads, like stars, on hand-blown glass bottles arranged in order. A man in his thirties with glasses shake the grease in your hair. I look at him, smiles at me, Bloody Mary serves in a tulip glass with a blonde-haired sweaty which recently ceased to sway the giant white cube in the center of the room where two hours long legs knotted around a hard iron surrounded by support erections.

later in the process. Dirty. I hear the sound of prisoners of fleeting embraces other dimensions. Sighs, words, sounds of bodies colliding, producing warm - good for their owners - please.

Everyone here leave a mark of their passage. Men and women who come to get rid of waste in mass production. The water is a dish in which everyone takes something and leaves. The surrounding air is a container where particles are lost remain trapped in the atmosphere.

The mirror now reflects my eyes focused on shaded areas of breaths that have tarnished the surface. The acrid smell of ammonia. Urine.

The restaurant is closing, leaving also I am about leaving something. I, the last, the 'winner takes all of these lives caged in a toilet.

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Way dilapidated houses on the road between and testimonies of real life suddenly interrupted as faint breath of wind. Wooden planks on the heads of kids that squeeze dolls with no arms, rolling stones anchored to bones of men, the long trail of blood trails as trail to follow.

A hand mixed with dust and blood penetrates the thick blanket of dust and rubble. Not a sound, not a hiss, not a faint hope from the ground: another city where he now lives.
This land is a frozen lake, shapeless heap of collapsed houses including furniture, lamps, games for children and the yellowed pictures depicting smiles now lost.
Someone digs, some cry, others get frustrated with his ear to the ground to be ready when still tremble and run away roofs, trees, rain of stones.
My phone rings. A sound that pierces the silence, noise, the crying eyes of abandoned on the roadside. The voice on the other side says that we must strive to ensure that there is no time to lose. I would say that is a good time, which is the perfect day, we need to do quickly.
"Rebuilding is a big deal, so earthquakes do not happen every day," I say with a sigh. Then I close the call and returned to walk with his hands in his pocket: a perfect day, the deal of the century.

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Hocico and Gogol '

Whirlpools electronic and knotted strands of lights in the Nevsky Prospekt from the cold and the wind whipping your face that refreshes the senses. [The sound of footsteps as a metronome anxiety]. A flashing light tells Hot [el] redden the face of an old house ugly and badly dressed. His toothless smile is a future for scraps of unfinished puzzles left to the middle and hit by boredom.
I ask a room with a view on anything. Answered grinning from every window there is a different perspective but I have no sense of emptiness. Then he hands me a key: - This is the best - he whispers with a sigh. Annuisco sollevando la mia valigia di nodi [pensieri].
Compaiono astanti da una sala non troppo lontana. Chi beve, chi ride, chi parla sorseggiando vodka. Sento voci, bisbigli, parole silenti. [Immobili percezioni stantie] "Non ti curar di loro" suggerisce il pensiero. Percorro le scale. Ogni respiro un passo ogni fatica una conquista. Odore di corridoi abbandonati al logorio di moquette impolverate. La mia stanza. Una porta in legno. La chiave che penetra. [Amplesso]. La porta si apre. Il letto singolo, il tavolino tondo, una tavola Oui-Ja, la collezione inutile di soprammobili in ceramica scadente. La finestra di fronte. Un passo, due, tre. [From the glass look]. The city, the nothing, the gray that devours it.

Hocico - A Fatal Desire

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La famiglia Griffin irride Vaccarezza

Our increasingly branched Committee detractors Eng. Nicola Vaccarezza scored a great coup, which will help to throw into disrepute the figure of the infamous tycoon nicknamed "Ride".

through pressure, threats and seductions, in fact, our committee was able to convince Mr. Rupert Murdoch, the undisputed king of the TV show "Family Guy", known by American audiences as "Family Guy", to incorporate a scene that will arise in a wave of public disapproval and disgust against the evil engineer Chiavari-seventh-Turin.



The next television programs in which our committee will try to insert subliminal messages subtly antiequini are: Dancing with the Stars (whose title is obviously changed in Dancing in the stables), the Festival of Sanremo, the Lotto Sweepstakes, the Green Line; Proof of Cook; friendlies the Italian national football team. In all these cases, powerful horses will be presented in a bad light, such as alcoholics villains to despise.