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domenica 17 giugno 2007
ore 22:55(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
L’imperatore torna a casa
Tornato da Rimini. Ke dire:FIGATA!!! Divertimento, far casino,pochi pensieri, solo voglia d stare in gruppo e divertirsi. 3 giorni d’oro. Domani se ho voglia racconto.
song: Franceso DeGregori - Rimmel
E qualcosa rimane, fra le pagine chiare, fra le pagine scure, e cancello il tuo nome dalla mia facciata e confondo i miei alibi e le tue ragioni, i miei alibi e le tue ragioni. Chi mi ha fatto le carte mi ha chiamato vincente ma lo zingaro è un trucco. Ma un futuro invadente, fossi stato un pò più giovane, l’avrei distrutto con la fantasia, l’avrei stracciato con la fantasia.
Ora le tue labbra puoi spedirle a un indirizzo nuovo e la mia faccia sovrapporla a quella di chissà chi altro. I tuoi quattro assi, bada bene, di un colore solo, li puoi nascondere o giocare come vuoi o farli rimanere buoni amici come noi.
Santa voglia di vivere e dolce Venere di Rimmel. Come quando fuori pioveva e tu mi domandavi se per caso avevi ancora quella foto in cui tu sorridevi e non guardavi. Ed il vento passava sul tuo collo di pelliccia e sulla tua persona e quando io, senza capire, ho detto sì. Hai detto "E’ tutto quel che hai di me". È tutto quel che ho di te.
Ora le tue labbra puoi spedirle a un indirizzo nuovo e la mia faccia sovrapporla a quella di chissà chi altro. I tuoi quattro assi, bada bene, di un colore solo, li puoi nascondere o giocare come vuoi o farli rimanere buoni amici come noi.
venerdì 15 giugno 2007
ore 00:06(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Post-it
Saluto tutti da qui. Parto alle 5 e mezza c si vede settimana proxima. Statemi bene nn fate troppe cazzate in mia assenza...e vedete d divertirtvi
memo x me: Art. 21.
Tutti hanno diritto di manifestare liberamente il proprio pensiero con la parola, lo scritto e ogni altro mezzo di diffusione.
La stampa non può essere soggetta ad autorizzazioni o censure.
Si può procedere a sequestro soltanto per atto motivato dell’autorità giudiziaria nel caso di delitti, per i quali la legge sulla stampa espressamente lo autorizzi, o nel caso di violazione delle norme che la legge stessa prescriva per l’indicazione dei responsabili.
In tali casi, quando vi sia assoluta urgenza e non sia possibile il tempestivo intervento dell’autorità giudiziaria, il sequestro della stampa periodica può essere eseguito da ufficiali di polizia giudiziaria, che devono immediatamente, e non mai oltre ventiquattro ore, fare denunzia all’autorità giudiziaria. Se questa non lo convalida nelle ventiquattro ore successive, il sequestro s’intende revocato e privo di ogni effetto.
La legge può stabilire, con norme di carattere generale, che siano resi noti i mezzi di finanziamento della stampa periodica.
Sono vietate le pubblicazioni a stampa, gli spettacoli e tutte le altre manifestazioni contrarie al buon costume. La legge stabilisce provvedimenti adeguati a prevenire e a reprimere le violazioni.
song: Beastie Boys - Alive
I’ve never been more ready in my entire life To do this right now Never It’s all been leading up to this moment All right now right here My whole life.. Right here
We got rhyme selections in a wide array J’ai des bonbons pour vous manger The party people scream, "oui oui, c’est vrai" ’Cause I got a remote for my bidet Now A-D-R-O-C-K Iuse the microphone like Picasso used clay Down with freckles from around the way Peace to Bambata and jazzy jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I give it my best and say come with may ’Cause everybody’s got their dues to pay I’m looking sideways like my man Pele Gettin’ on like Ali boom ba yay So fed up with racism today It’s time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it’s cloudy and gray
Dip dip dive so-socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive
I’m taking doody rhymes to the brand new height I shine on the mic like UltraBrite Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap please say goodnight Now here’s a little something that you might not like My DJ’s name is Mix Master Mike It’s a real pitty that you people got to bite But i could understand ’cause it sounds so nice Reading you the news ’cause I’m Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam uses tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So Ikeep my mind still like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It’s against the system we should unite Homophobics ain’t alright If you learn to love then you might love life
Dip dip dive so-socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive
"Bring it back that old New York rap" "Bring it back that old New York rap" "Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap" "Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that" "Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap" "Bring it back that old New York rap" "Bring it-Bring it back that-Bring it-Bring it back that" "Bring it-Bring it back that old New York rap"
Well you can shuffel number but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lacks So before the poor decide to react Well Come on party people and share up your stacks Now i’m a break it down to the brass tacks Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch You try to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch I’d like to have a say i’m the income tax Don’t wanna help build bombs and that’s the facts No money for health care so what’s the catch The man got you locked with no key to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mics and we’ll bring the rap Turn on the P.A. and rock your shack Don’t smoke cheeba can’t stand crack
Dip dip dive so-socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love you’re in for a surprise it could be nice to be alive
giovedì 14 giugno 2007
ore 19:03(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Parte la caccia
Nell’inutilità del momento induco un concorso ovviamente inutile hahaha.
Parte la caccia allo sportivo più brutto del mondo (nn menzionate persone conosciute valgono gli sportivi quelli bravi o perlomeno famosi)
L’uomo da battere è questo:
i primi avversari son questi
a voi adesso battere questi
song: Marilyn Manson - This is the new shit
Everything has been said before There’s nothing left to say anymore When it’s all the same You can ask for it by name Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don’t forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing along. Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don’t forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing, Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow’s never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit. Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don’t forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing along. Everything has been said before There’s nothing left to say anymore When it’s all the same You can ask for it by name Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow’s never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit. And now it’s "you know who" I got the "you know what" I stick it "you know where" You know why, you don’t care. And now it’s "you know who" I got the "you know what" I stick it "you know where" You know why, you don’t care. Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don’t forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in: Everybody sing. Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow’s never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit. So, LET US ENTERTAIN YOU LET US ENTERTAIN YOU... Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along
mercoledì 13 giugno 2007
ore 20:28(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Portacolori Demagogico
No no questo blog nn è stato bloccato dai carabinieri o dalla buoncostume. E’ ke nel mio appartamento si fa fatica ad avere la luce in bagbo x cui figuriamoci internet
Vabb’ dopo una decina d giorni interessanti in quel d Padova si torna a casa. Ke dire: Bentornata Anna!!!! Al Vizio va sempre a finire allo stesso modo, Zodiac nn fa poi schifo, ho un ostello al posto dell’appartamento. Basta son stanco c si sente!!!
song: Rammstein - Tier
Was macht ein Mann was macht ein Mann der zwischen Mensch und Tier nicht unterscheiden kann was
Er wird zu seiner Tochter gehen sie ist schon und jung an Jahren und dann wird er wie ein Hund mit eigen Fleisch und Blut sich paaren
Was - tust du Was - fuhlst du Was - bist du doch nur ein Tier
Was macht die Frau was macht die Frau die zwischen Tier und Mann nicht unterscheiden kann
Sie taucht die Feder in sein Blut schreibt sich selber einen Brief entseelte Zeilen an die Kindheit als der Vater bei ihr schlief
Was - tust du Was - fuhlst du Was - bist du doch nur ein Tier
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lunedì 4 giugno 2007
ore 00:32(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Ma ke cazz ne sanno??
Oramai 1 mail ogni 5 ke mi arriva è un’offeta d Viagra. MA KE OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?
song: Marilyn Manson - Lunchbox
On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he’s the best But I don’t really give a good goddamn cause I got my lunchbox and I’m armed real well I got my lunchbox and I’m armed real well I got my lunchbox and I’m armed real well
I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be so no one fucks with me, yeah
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground wanna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow, Pow Pow Pow
domenica 3 giugno 2007
ore 21:13(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
2-2
Fatta anke questa. E ora il proximo week-end devo solo decidere come passarlo
song: The Offspring - Hit that
The winds of fortune Don´t blow the same She had to get out And make a change She had a kid now But much too young Their baby daddy’s Out having fun
He’s sayin’ ’Now I´m on a roll With all the girls I know’ His baby mama She aint so slow He’s sayin’ ’Now I´m on a roll With all the girls I know’ I know you wanna Hit That I know you wanna Hit That, Hit That
All of the world is getting with i say Consequences are a lot for me That´s the way That´s the way things go
What was a family Is now a shell We´re raising kids now Who raise themselves Sex is a weapon It´s like a drug It gets around until That crowd will eat you up
She’s sayin’ ’Now I´m on a run I´m chasing guys for fun’ My baby daddy It aint his only one She’s sayin’ ’Now I´m on a run I´m chasing guys for fun’ I know you wanna Hit That I know you wanna Hit That, Hit That
Hey everybody´s getting with i say Consequences are a right folly That´s the way That´s the way things go
Well then wise up Broken up, really such a shame But why not? Take a chance, everything´s a game And it don’t stop Hooking up, nothing´s gonna change
Well, the more he´s tryin’ The more he’s buyin’
He says ’Now I´m on a roll With all the girls I know’ His baby mama Don´t need to know He’s sayin’ ’Now I´m on a roll With all the girls I know’ I know you wanna Hit That I know you wanna Hit That, Hit That
All of the world is getting with i say Consequences are a right folly That´s the way That´s the way things go
sabato 2 giugno 2007
ore 13:25(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Fantacazzegio
Posto i miei risultati del Fantacazzeggio/fantacalcio
1 Niño 62
2 Panda 55
3 Biaceso 51
4 Predator 42
se c’ qualcosa di sbagliato fatemelo sapere. Onore ai vincitori!!!
song: Staind - Mudshovel
You take away I feel the same
You take away I feel the same All the promises you made to me you made in vain I lost myself inside your tainted smile again Cause...
You can’t feel my anger You can’t feel my pain You can’t feel my torment Driving me insane I can’t fight these feelings, they will bring you pain You can’t take away Make me whole again
I feel betrayed Stuck in your way And you rip me apart with the brutal things you say I can’t deal with this shit anymore I just look away Cause...
Mudshovel (8x)
You take away I feel the same All these promises You promised only pain If you take away And leave me with nothing again Cause...
You will feel my anger You will feel my pain You will feel my torment Driving you insane I can’t fight these feelings, they will bring you pain You won’t take away I’ll be whole again
venerdì 1 giugno 2007
ore 23:45(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Rimini rimini Rimini
Questo è l’ultimo week end (credo) con l’obbligo d presenza a casa. intanto l’ultimo allenamento si è magicamente trasformato in una cena
Domani la festa ke poteva essere anke divertente è saltata causa maltempo...sarà x la proxima.
Uno scusa generico a chiunque abbia cercato d contattarmi inutilmente in smn ma avevo il pc acceso x il cazzo.
Il week-end dal 15 al 17 io son a Rimini con la squadra
Direi ke può bastare...
song - Audioslave- Your time has come
One fell asleep in the street and he never woke up One died in pieces in his bed with a head full of gold One who threatened me long ago, I saw him melt in the bright light of day One laid to rest in a field under starlings and crows
I’ve been wandering sideways I’ve stared straight into the sun Still I don’t know why you are dying Long before your time has come Your time has come
One took some bullets in the chest in a deal gone wrong One got a little too depressed so he went and jumped the gun One got shot right in the face and somehow he survived But he doesn’t know my name or who I am and I’m not surprised
I’ve been wandering sideways I’ve stared straight into the sun Still I don’t know why you are dying Long before your time has come
I’ve been wandering sideways I’ve stared straight into the sun Still I don’t know why you are dying Long before your time has come
I’ve seen 50,000 names all engraved in stone Most of them met an early grave years before I was born All of them left brothers and sisters and mothers behind Most of their family and friends are still alive and doing time
I’ve been wandering sideways I’ve stared straight into the sun And I don’t know why you are dying Long before your time has come
I’ve been wandering sideways I’ve stared straight into the sun And I don’t know why you are dying Long before your time has come Long before your time has come Long before your time has come Your time has come
Ooooh Some people think they’re always right Others are quiet and uptight Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice nice oh oh Inside they might feel sad and wrong
Oh no 29 different attributes And only 7 that you like, uh oh 20 ways to see the world, oh oh Or 20 ways to start a fight
Oh, don’t, don’t, don’t Get up I can’t see the sunshine I’ll be waiting for you baby ’Cause I’m through Sit me down Shut me up I’ll calm down And I’ll get along with you
Ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooh Oh, men don’t notice what they got Women think of that a lot 1000 ways to please your man oh oh Not even one requires a plan. I know Countless odd religions too It doesn’t matter which you choose One stubborn way to turn your back This I’ve tried, and now refuse
Oh don’t don’t don’t Get up I can’t see the sunshine I’ll be waiting for you, baby ’Cause I’m through Sit me down Shut me up I’ll calm down And I’ll get along with you
Alright.. Shut me up Shut me up up up up up And I’ll get along with you...
domenica 27 maggio 2007
ore 22:51(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
2-0
E ormai nn c ferma più nessuno.
Di ritorno da una gran bella giornata ke stava x avere un finale alcolico complicato (solo xkè avevo la macchina). Bello arrivare nel paesino di Avio e scoprire ke era stata indetta la giornata "un calcio all’alcool e al fumo": inevitabile guardarsi negli occhi e ridere. Ancor più inevitabile il dopo partita al bar con 3-4 birre a testa giusto x poter urlare:"NO ALCOOL!" Poi pizza a base d cazzate e fuga da una conclusione ke è meglio evitare. vabbè,domnai mattina si torna in the city
song: The Racounteurs - Steady as she goes
Find yourself a girl, and settle down Live a simple life, in a quiet town
Steady, as she goes Steady, as she goes So steady, that she goes
Your friends have shown a kink in the single life You’ve had to much to think, now you need a wife
Steady, as she goes So steady, that she goes Well here we go again You found yourself a friend That knows you well But no matter what you do You always feel as though you tripped and fell So steady, that she goes
When you have completed what you thought you had to do And your blood’s depleted to the point of stable glue Then you’ll get along Then you’ll get along
Steady, as she goes So steady, that she goes Well here we go again You found yourself a friend That knows you well But no matter what you do You always feel as though you tripped and fell So steady, that she goes Steady, that she goes
Settle for a world, neither up or down Sell it to the crowd that has gathered around Settle for a girl, neither up or down Sell it to the crowd that has gathered around
So steady, that she goes Steady, that she goes Steady, that she goes So steady, that she goes Steady, that she goes Are you steady now? Steady, that she goes Are you steady now? Steady, that she goes Are you steady now? Steady, that she goes Are you steady now? Steady, that she goes
domenica 17 giugno 2007
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