E così ho avuto la mia dose annuale di giorni offline; uno dice male, uno dice chissenefrega, io dico bene, visto che quei giorni offline corrispondono alla mia razione 2009 days in which to devote myself to fuck I want. But a little
'concerns in the "pre" there are always, like,
- and in the meantime if the government falls? (No, not the Italian one, I figured. Dell'Tagikistan spoke)
- and if in the meantime, the Cure do a free concert under my house?
- and if in the meantime we prune by Binetti balls? (Nell'UDC from going, for the pleasure of the departure, everything is fine)
- and in the meantime if you discover a new cure for psoriasis?
- and if in the meantime become extinct sea anemones?
- and if in the meantime, Bono says he does not ever give a fuck glien'è world hunger?
- and in the meantime if people stop suddenly to ask "hey, how are you?" to persons not seen for years and not rivedrebbe happy for many years? There are those
stuff there, one needs to know. And then there is a
, imagine several days using the free time to groom feed back, and post all matriale recovered offline, groped to restore credibility to their level of information.
And then?
And then nothing.
I returned from four days and today for the first time I decided to put his hand to the blog.
I have not watched the feeds.
I did not open newspapers.
I have not listened to radio. The
tv, oh well, that's not varebbe anyway as a means of information, but I turned AQUARIUS in MODE.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Living in oblivion odious and guilty, but very reassuring, if only because I do not run the ball since they are in this condition.
It is no small thing.
Nietzsche was right, damn.
sheep.
Sheep are happy, they do.
Unfortunately, today broke the spell, then tomorrow ricomincierò to be pissed off as ever. Now I'm happy to take a test the chandelier.
Welcome back to everyone.
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