The dynamics of the pancreas

Written on 28.02.2009

The prison was left where the heart wasn’t or didn’t have anything to do with it. Does your ad encourage you to betray yourself, or what? The classic leads us; it was whoever of their last robbery or usurpation, well. We’ve already been numbered with a barcode, articles or codes in words that last at least a whole day. Only with a plan will we ever manage to get out of this habitat. Italy is pulsating badly now, we’re all corrected anarchists here. Whoever moves is already dead or stabbed. It seems to me to be one of the best institutes of “not a leaf moves”.

When our memories are already gone up there in their superpowers, where does their joint-stock society begin, the horror is clear in too many things, too much confusion. Humans, the upright, do you want to know when they were inaugurated? Never, it has yet to begin. After a meal, you start to feel better, bitter or sour, you’re a quality bitterness, branded. You’re a thing of the past, you taste like everyone knows each other very well here. Confusion is always part of that thing that makes us study, we jump from the dead to the future dead… in the afternoon, silence is everything, no one has understood the evil. Don’t let it deceive you into being you, it’s a strong trap to your experience, where you don’t think you are.

Aligned, alienated, your law becomes formality. Tons of suppressed ideas, those monsters are obscene creatures. Whoever acts in one sense cannot simultaneously do something contrary. Whoever won’t be defeated, evil is defeated the moment you write it. Who knows why it didn’t happen won’t happen, maybe we are the evidence, the humans of the indicated production. Don’t talk to your neighbor today, you’ve never been to Canada. Too many taboos don’t see anything but tight words, and a malignant sun rises that you can’t understand what’s good. You think it’s there, instead, and where no one says they are or all this will be erased. The power of those who exist or who made it wins, and yet it’s not talked about anymore… it could still be years and everyone will still live for evil. Then, sorry why don’t you talk? Maybe you can’t get up from this infinite vortex, it’s certainly yesterday that betrayed you. You see, there’s only the road, where and when. It’s certainly another story, but where are you? You must not believe in death in life, a story of children who never grow up and…

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