days ago, while I was thinking about the word pornography (porn video opened with pop-up; the turnover of the porn world is about seven mliardi dollars. In our country is around one billion euro , quote taken from Week sudoku ; porn are preferred mainly by males, according to the documentary Temptations porn aired on Current ; Grezzity Land is a kingdom with an economy based on porn movies and so on ...) I was reminded of an incident in my short trip to Livorno that I did remember another, which occurred Wednesday in the same muggy July. I state that the morning I was pretty stoned and sleeping just about anywhere, blame the usual insomnia that made me sleep too late, almost two hours before getting up again. I was so fallen in my part of narcolepsy, the culmination of my perennial status sbarelly -on mode, which does not even remember how I was dressed that day, the only sure thing are the shoes, after all I have a couple for the sun ' summer, it is impossible to fail. I could be sleeping peacefully that morning, you know My presence was not needed, the medical examination related to my mother, I was only there, well, to see Livorno, not that I knew is nothing special sob. It 'was just a waste of time, especially when it began the visit, which lasted two hours, and I did not know what the hell to do (that's what I would need a Nintendo DS , sigh ! ) and just wanted to lie down even on the floor, because I had a sleep Executioner and a face that ... mamma mia! I pity those poor souls who saw me that day, really. However, I remember well (the wacky situations my brain sculpts in the long-term memory without giving them much thought, adorable \u0026lt;3 ) in the first leg we were in a wagon train occupied entirely by a group of German students with two teachers. My mother and I we sat next to them that I do not know why, instead of sitting nearby in the same row, were placed at an angle, so I was close to the bespectacled professor who controlled the map of Pisa and in front of me Professor who had consulted a guide to read up on Siena: the effective organization in Germany that is always thinking ahead, we're good. While I was obviously asleep, Professor leaned to say something to his colleague, and leaned as if nothing had with his forearm on my thigh. I did not say anything (I said a German ? ), but my eye wandered dazed by him, his Bell'Arte conveniently placed there, the Professor, and a little frown, I wondered: "But neither of them realizes that it's on me?" Eh, what the two talked animatedly about the map of Pisa, the rest just seemed not to notice. The situation seemed so strange that I wanted to draw attention to my mother, who looked lost out the window, to say: "Oh, the Germans used as appoggibraccio me without even asking permission, behold!" , but to do this I would stopped the other two and the prof would be reassembled. I tried setting a telepathic call hard my mother, but I think my brain was fried really the lack of sleep, then did not work. It is this that you wanted to talk at first, anyway, I digressed as my usual. Eventually we arrived ( Pisa Centrale - Calambrone Livorno - Livorno Central ), we found the studio where my mother was visiting, he did what he had to do and finally we went out. I was hungry, so we looked for a place to eat, but nisba. At that time it seemed like a desolate Livorno style city Far West, when rush hour does not turn out any more, cowboy belonging sporadic, and all are refugees in the saloon, while the shrubs dry rolling happily in the streets swept sand. Actually, I think today. Seriously, no one was there and there was no place to eat that was open. We did not have time to stop at a restaurant, but it was not a problem, it should be, 'So much I miss you could see around. We tried to find a bakery, a deli ... nothing. The end is a grocery store and we do make two crushed ham. We went back and we get to eat on a bench, situated on a leafy boulevard that serves to divide the main direction of travel. The bench was turned towards the car and went, and they were really a lot, I wonder why all escaped from Livorno. I do not want to insinuate anything, come on, maybe they were just going to the sea u_u. Traffic proceeded slowly and in front of my eyes, still at half mast, I could stop and start to sob a lot of car. I've lost count of how many guys from the passenger side to take the trouble of staring, until they were again swept away, to stop again two meters ahead. Even today I wonder, in addition to what I was wearing that day, what looked exactly ? were strange ... I mean the cake, the calm with which I could spend time there, eating, and their were immersed in the hectic city chaos or my face with lots of sly look expressionless ? Some of them I tried to fix my turn to see if the stop, but nothing, staring at me even more interested than before: even the scowl gave packages, heck! However even there I wanted to tell this, the whole point of this post comes now. No more squashed we went from a kiosk to buy Mickey (number 2798 ! ). While my mother did it all, I sat in a corner, silently dell'intontimento with the extension, and on the other hand, I have noticed that there was a man who was choosing a film porn. Practically the newsstand the other hand was full of pornographic DVDs (I wonder what the children will look upon them with his mouth open, east Asian, and then ask questions abusive mothers, or worse, the grandmothers) and the guy did not seem to be in any hurry or attempt to conceal, for shame, he was doing. Sure, he had his sunglasses even though we were in the shade, but perhaps instead to hide others, serve to mask its expressions, as poker players, as he turns the dvd, watching them with painstaking care, read the story (the porn had a plot? Naah ... Maybe if you looked at the contents were extra) and then raised his head again, doubtfully, as if no one, not one was just right to get the saws, but that joke ? So I left him there to choose from, while I, a few steps from him, I was holding a copy of the innocent Mickey . Livorno and its contradictions. Back at the train swayed again, although I do not want to fall asleep, eyes closed by themselves and let the neck go into free fall hours which collided head on his chest, now on his shoulder. I remember the girl next to me remarked that I had to do with smiling compassion: for sure waiting for the moment when I beat a deadly head on the window, but this has not happened, and I have taken before.
I want to be clear, however, that I'm not going to judge the guy newsstand. How could I, although my neurons are pornodipendenti? Seriously, from one year to this part reminds me of De Niro in Taxi Driver : Because, as we know, the brain never sleeps, even while we rest, my neurons to keep beautiful and perky Arzilli thrown into my poor little head dreams / porn movies, which I have renamed Puttanesca-troieggianti and forming part of the trend that should explain my theory of reincarnation. Quite simply, my soul could have belonged in a previous life, uhm, little woman of easy virtue, and I have remained that his memories are mixed with mine and cause such dreams. Or else my brain has really taaanta imagination to figure out certain things that I have no experience. This option makes me more afraid of the former, it makes me doubt about the identity of my C ervello I ndipendente: you think you know him after seventeen years, but you never know what will guarantee a truly. Brrr. Life as a hard concerned the Omo and dates back to last Friday. The next day I went horseback riding and, of course, he was there: D While fiddling with unsuspecting I looked at the seat and has expressed the thought crystal clear: "I dreamed the Omo naked tonight." OMG, that stuff ! Moreover, as we descended down to the pits, I approached all surrounded me and tell me to calm his back with one arm, so it's wrong. That is, you see ? 's all alone, I was just walking ! U_U Again, while he talked all smiles as usual supported me \u0026lt;3 , my second thought was unaware of crystalline or I had an absurd desire to rub him in this way
, but obviously I could not, damn tempting thoughts crystalline ! x) On another (I think it's time to stop the speech and pornographic crystal via u_u) ... last week on SKY have given the four Indiana Jones films with subtitles and I thought well not to miss the event: the last film I had not seen yet and then when I would have to find subtitled ricapitato the other three? When I was little, and we felt more than now, I was too distracted to follow the plot, then watched them for only one thing: Bonazzi Harrison Ford's absurd, though I was too young to understand why the vision of Harrison Ford, especially in the scenes in which to show off her beautiful body muscular \u0026lt;3 , enchant and leave me speechless. Apart from being a further sign of a possible incarnation of a soul my puttanesca, the dribble behind facie potential from early childhood made me grow up with two potential misconceptions: 1) the men in the world as they were all good men that guy on TV (mica I knew were actors and that I would not have ever been to the grocery department in the supermarket dairy and refrigerated goods as people municipalities) and 2) men in Italy were all good men like those on TV there (mica knew they were Americans and that the vast majority of actors of all nationalities is a boni stars and stripes, heck ! ). The interesting side of this is that, years later, when I saw the film, especially the first two, the handsome man continued to distract me in following the plot, really. In certain scenes I was so busy gazing at what was beautiful, and that expression there, and that smile there, and that look so that ... well, I lost the subtitles on the street. And what about the very first scene in which it appears ? When you turn, after stopping with a whip that he wanted to shoot, and there is so intense that the first floor ? \u0026lt;3 Here and there I had the following thought-flash: "Shit, I did not remember it was so bono! "O_O and from then on it was all a struggle to maintain concentration on the film, alas . (I hear the Me celebrating something like this: " Case lost, lost case! "This time the critic and I must agree with him, they!) Indiana Jones / Harrison Ford, as well as being the architect of the sensations mentioned above, so indefinite, it was my main model and inspiration myth: did you know that due to his and Indiana Pipps I was wanting more, which still remains, to travel the world with fedora and whip, to make merabilliose adventures and amazing as their ? Instead of aiming to archaeological finds, however, my model was a hybrid with that of daredevil Ace Ventura , so my main goal was to save animals like the latter, but with the seriousness and strength of Indy \u0026lt;3 desire persists today, but I think I should have to realize, first, born a man, but since it did not happen, I agree ;, sooner or later abandon it. Once again, being a man is better than being a woman, damn ! > _ \u0026lt;
Hmm ... what else to say? E 'arrived in October, a month adorable \u0026lt;3 , and today, to my delight, it rained a bunch: D Yesterday I began to see the second season of The Big Bang Theory and is magnificent as the first. E Sheldon, Sheldon oh, episode three makes me died, I can not do anything: D It is not to throw away even when trying to drive, though: DE I could go on all night to list the best scenes but I have to correct all the post and is waaay late. That is not only late for now, but also because this update, I should have done a week ago, then, are waaay late. And I also find the title, oh .-.
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