Sunday, January 30, 2011

If You Believe Blues Saraceno

Tyrolean hat Punkabbestia and randomness of life

Randomness # 1: I've always wanted one of those long long hats that you see sometimes worn by some 'alternative' that very ability to synthesize a colleague has dubbed the 'hat Punkabbestia'. And 'one of those leaders who always think of buying but then I forget. Well my mother is always my mom and pulled out the object of desire from a drawer casually one day by accident and at that moment I remembered what it wanted.
Randomness # 2: As you can see from my post purchase 80% of my clothes (even what you see in these photos) in the same shop (D'Sisters) of Turin and this is not a case, In fact, my taste in clothing is so similar to that of the owner to make every visit to my frustration. I buy the whole shop! Want proof? A little 'time ago he used to showcase a pair of socks bought at the market and I already have and which are among my favorites! Tastes the same!
The hat and socks are in the photos below!




Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Ikusa Otome Suvia, Xnxx

NAILS

NAILS, music by Maurizio Pisano for
Seven Jewish children and Far Away
Caryl Churchill
director
Annig Raimondi
with
Maria Eugenia d'Aquino, Riccardo Magherini ,
Annig Raimondi
sets and lighting design Fulvio Michelazzi
costumes Nir Nagziel
from 26 January to February 13, 2011
Theatre Oscar- PACTA.deiTeatri
Via Lattanzio 58
Milan
production PACTA.deiTeatri
ScenAperta AltomilaneseTeatri
DonneTeatroDiritti

Sunday, January 23, 2011

What Is The Red Line On A Football Field

TALES OF CECCO: READ, drawn up and signed.

BED, drawn up and signed by Francesco Martino Unable

. Incompetent. But he understood that he must go? - And then here is the nephew of the sclerotic confident of 4 points the finger at me scornfully and without respect me screaming in my face - let the cards on the table and go fuck yourself.

to me that in that we have given the building for seven years stand to be around and without even being able to take my hand and moved with compassion are always passed on all the delays in pay and hours nice ... thanks.

Like an automaton grabbed his wrist and twisted it until the forearm with a rotation of 45 °, while the nose for slamming Bamboccio the pain just opened on the minutes, they start to get to the cries of alarm from the other crows. But do not give him time to react. I grab the long mane of blond on the ground floor and slam on the table twice, and when the upward splashing of blood gush that is a pleasure all around. Then it was the turn of the other two men present, who headed toward the door. Tripping the first to stick his head in falling long nail to hang the keys condominium and grabbed the second ear pushing hard to beat against the wall. Collapses to the second impact as it exits to the gray matter from the skull smashed. Now the three widows, and last, shouting that try to pass behind. But that stupid. Grab the pen and the stick Taming of the right orbit 2, which falls back on that, 3. Stepped over and grabbed his neck, the owner of 5, one that does not pay the installments for a year and came even to rant against me, a quick twist and feel the bones crack beneath my fingers. I ride with a deadly kick to the right background of the skull on the ground. The Bamboccio meanwhile arrived at the door but it is useless. With a jump on him and are close it on the arm whose bones are shattered. I grab it and howls of pain and bringing back to the table.

The Assembly unanimously approved the irrevocable resignation of the administrator. ... Bed - the first violent dunk Minutes of the head - ... ... drawn - the second with multiple fractures of the skull - and myself ...! - Third and last with the head reduced to a pile of bloody pulp and formless.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Hondapilot2010frontplate

new dress, old socks and a square in the face

Even I paid my little pledge balances of this 2010 show, and then start with the purchase of which no doubt I'm most proud of: a beautiful dress by Kookai bought from my 'pusher' favorite clothes: Frances D' Sisters. I paired the dress with a cardigan from the same shop, the hot hot Gallo socks and boots super comfortable.


We know that these socks you have already seen in many different ways but I still too cold to separate, they will hang in tatters by the shins.
no one can see the dress in these pics huh: Oh well you see are slightly below this shows the excellent cut of, I covered my face because I came trooooppo really too bad!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Nipple Piercing Viedo's

TALES OF CECCO: ALL PARTIES VIA PORTA

ALL PARTY DOOR VIA Francesco Martino


are helpless, lying on the ground bleeding from cuts to his face, arms and chest, on the verge of death. Yet instead of revising my existence in a flash, the image formed in my mind is the face of the medium, half decrepit but smile the envy of a movie star, who joined me Central to the solution in the case of a serial killer Christmas that some idiot journalist had called Santa Cleaver.
Well ... one that breaks all its victims as it should be called? The Slicer Christmas?
Despite my skepticism, that indefinable chick age in days was able to identify, as you know, the place where the latest victim was segregated.
The surprise that awaited me once broke into that apartment on the top floor was found at the scene of the last crime, the poor victim dying now bound and gagged on a chair in the middle of the room.
What was worse but I still see it.
one who turned to me, the killer, was my colleague Frank with whom I worked closely together over the last fifteen years.
Maybe that's why I was taken aback and overwhelmed as a rookie after a while.
And now the parties were reversed.
I bruised and bleeding at his feet, he prepared to deliver the decisive blow.
From mouth dripping with blood and saliva do not I get one comment and he is even less is wasted in explanations.
Sleek and quiet, stands over me with his arm raised now ready to drop the knife one last time when, even though we are in a closed shed, we invested a violent and sudden stream of cold air through my bones.
on the scene appears a shadowy figure who swoops down on his shoulders overwhelming.
In less than a second my eyes blurred by the blood they see it fluttering at first upward, then fell heavily to the ground a few feet away, in a pose decomposed.
around his body takes to widen the pool of blood leaking profusely from the head in two a precise shot shortly before wielding the ax on me.
What my eyes see more immediately, the reason he refuses to understand. Suspended in midair
hovers like a big broom on a figure that has something familiar.
While not being able to see the face under the hat, for a brief moment, the moon's reflection from the window behind him showing me a smile light up the darkness that I am astonished to recognize. You can tell
lucky young man - he says the gentle voice of the medium - you can tell that the old saying that all feasts of the witch takes away this time nice addition to the party also took away the ugly.
And after that last word I lose my senses!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

What Is In Palmolive Dish Soap

Paraphrase SCARLET

2011Bologna January 15, Museum of Music - Events Room, Strada Maggiore 34 h.17.00
Maurizio Pisano

Paraphrase SCARLET

for Guitar and Bass

• K141-Allegro. First the original, then translation and now paraphrase.
The same piece but not the same music:
a different syntax and "Scarlet" as a rose, a "word" from
blush, or a childhood disease, which will take between Finally
winter and early spring.

• P rhyme running

Walter Zanetti , Guitar and Emiliano Amadori , Bass

• Voices of the contemporary by Exitime and Museum International and
Library Music

FontanaMix/Solist i


Walter Zanetti, Guitar, Emiliano Amadori, Bass, Irene Puccia, Piano

3rd Birthday Invitation Text

The happy man's shirt

A king had an only child and loved him as the light of her eyes. But this prince was always unhappy. He spent days on the balcony, looking away. But what do you miss? - Asked the King - What is it? I do not know, my father, I do not know either. Are you in love? If you want some girl tell me, and I'll make you marry, the king's daughter was the most powerful of the earth or the poorest peasant! No, Father, are not innamorato.E the King to try all ways to distract him! Theatre, dance, music, songs, but nothing served, and face the Prince's day by day the color disappeared Re rosa.Il to put out an edict, and from all over the world people were more educated: philosophers, doctors and professors. He showed the Prince and asked advice. Those retired to think, then returned to the King Majesty, we thought, we read the stars, here is what you do. Looking for a man who is happy, but happy in every way, and changed his shirt for your child with her.


That same day, the King sent ambassadors throughout the world to find the man a priest was brought contento.Gli: - Are you happy? - Asked the King - I will, Your Majesty! - Good. There would please be my bishop? - Oh, maybe you, Your Majesty! Go 'way! Get out of here! Seeking a man happy and content with his status, no one who wants to feel better it is. The king began to look for another. There was another King, his neighbor told him that he was very happy and pleased: she had a beautiful wife and good, a lot of children, had won all the enemies in war, and the country was at peace. Now, the King of hope sent ambassadors to ask the camicia.Il near King received the ambassadors, and: - Yes, yes, I do not miss anything, pity though that when you have so many things, then we should die and leave everything! With this thought, I suffer so much that I do not sleep at night! - And the ambassadors thought it best to go back.


To vent his despair, the King went hunting. He took a hare, and he thought of taking it, but the hare, limping, ran away. The king followed him, and walked away from below. In the middle of fields, he heard a man's voice singing the falulella. The King paused, "Who sings that can not be happy!" And following the song slipped in a vineyard, between rows and saw a young man who sang pruning the vines. - Good day, Your Majesty, - said the young man. - So early in the campaign already? - Benedict you want me take you to the capital? Will you be my friend. - Oh, oh, Your Majesty, no, do not even think about it, thanks. I do not change even with the Pope - But why, you, such a beautiful young ... - No, I tell you. I'm just so happy. "Finally, a happy man," thought the King - Young, listen: you do me a favor. - If I can, with all my heart, Your Majesty. - Wait a minute - and the King, who was no longer in the skin with joy, ran to look for her the following: - Come! Come! My son is saved! My son is safe -. It takes them from that young man. - Benedict Young - says, - I'll give you everything you want! But give me, give me ... - What, Your Majesty? - Mio son is dying! Only you can save. Come here, wait! - Grabs him and begins to unbutton his jacket. All of a sudden stops, they fall in his arms.
happy man had no shirt.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

How Much Klonopin Can You Give A Dog

IF IT LEADS TO REFLECT THE COMIC ... DYLAN DOG 292


Copyright by Sergio Bonelli Editore SpA


The famous "Investigator of Nightmares" (which this year off the 300 candles in the monthly series) ended 2010 with a history issue, a story that has not been seen for some time through its pages (except for "Mater Morbi" which was released just 12 months earlier) and that brought me back to the past, stories like "Johnny Freak" controversial stories which touch with intelligence and imagination of the painful issues that accompany humanity in everyday life.
This time, Dylan, with the help of the medium that has so much to heart, is struggling with the ghost of a young woman who finds peace and not involving in its previous life who come into contact with his ectoplasm .
The story begins with a visit at his home in Craven Road by a group of teenagers who, at first with the good, then, with the bad, you are escorted out of town in a clearing the edge of the road is where a bizarre encounter. Our
Dylan finds himself having to deal with the ghost of one of their dear friend that is parked in that place, morning, noon and night, the day on which a car accident took the lives of the few yards away. What's unique, in addition to staying in that place, is that, although intangible, is able to convey to those who come into contact with the ectoplasm his memories of the past life, creating veritable reincarnations temporary, however, "impact" with smooth functioning of the lives of each victim. As if all this were not enough happens that every day a second ghost appears on the scene, a little dog, who, growling and barking and axle emerges from the clearing surrounding the first leg and bit into the spectrum of procuring real tears after the outburst and its temporary disappearance heal as usual.
Although the memories of the girl began to interact with the thoughts and actions with the same Dylan who came into contact, they can, through a series of narrative twists, to arrive at the head of the affair, involving the investor of the girl, confessed that he is serving the sentence in prison and can not find peace for what happened, an old acquaintance (in all senses), the medium Madame Trelkovsky and, finally, an elderly lady who lives in solitude a house in the suburbs of London and is the pivot of the whole affair.
In the same clearing the woman, the day that had happened the fatal accident to the girl, was burying his dog in which a few hours before he killed himself with his own hands because the poor creature, only companion and friend in his solitary existence, was sentenced to die in a few days for a incurable disease. But he had just finished burying him, there came to his ears the noise of the accident a few yards away was just the girl involved. The woman crossing the clearing in front of the body of the young man in a pose decomposed and absorbed in the blood is the last faint panting breaths of life that escapes. The behavior of the woman, who, seeing the seriousness of the situation, felt that no Relief would come in time, the door to act in the same way as her pet and takes off the last breaths of life.
The two restless spirits after the story seem to take on because of their awareness of the permanent force on this earth, the little dog jumps meekly in her lap and both the young, greeted their friends, accompanying them across the border to a better life.
The current theme that comes out of the last balloon cartoon is, therefore, to euthanasia, understood as the ultimate act of love. A topic that, unfortunately, in our daily life and involves so many people involved in their dearest affections, a theme that the author (The talented Paola Barbato) has dealt with intelligence knowingly enter (not easy) in the context of stories about a character whose world "speech bubbles" ranges from the horrors and not otherworldly: a fictional story then, but made for reflect the harsh reality!