Friday, February 11, 2011

Ice Skating Birthday Cake

Adesso fatele riposare in pace

sucks. Horror. Decay of the ethics of communication. Exploitation of pain.
aggregators of where the human instincts voyeuristic cling adhesive without the possibility to rework the information. Finta penalty to those who travel. Pornography Photo exposing young faces of two innocent people.

They will line up of professionals Panzuto psyche and dribble the criminologists botulinum. Sacristans the gloating of the second night here and there: it's the same thing when s'ispezionano the dead.
of him, the monster will have no mercy. Lombroso describe, because it is back in fashion, his pupils and his grimaces. Live. Exclusive. Applause.
fregherà his wife did not give anything to anyone. E 'alive.
fresh material was needed to pay the merchants of emotions at low cost. O, sky.

The news is terrible. I can not think of it, although I often feel, and narcissistically, vaccinated all manifestations of the human soul. But it is not. A shiver runs through my pain and I prefer to escape the news. Only huge, indefinable feeling of helplessness.

Close the news, please. Give it full stop. Let us also two three openings instead of news of the girls who have made prostitution their fundamental value and smile to flash her cell phone in hand. Then
enough, though.

not show their faces.
not criminalized.
A fool is a fool and when you least expect it you can find a fool at home, in bed, in the shower, in the desk next to yours.
But trust in the goodness and mental balance should not diminish us. These things have occurred and still occur. Terrifying, Rending our feelings of normal human beings. But possible.

enough. Spare us more pain.
These things happen. E 'madness. E 'success.
Two prayers for those who believe. Two minutes of silence for those who do not believe.

not speak the other for a month, unfortunately.
Already this afternoon were competing to see who had the most succulent and gruesome evidence.
The police do their job.
We close the chapter. Presto. The madness is not explained, nor has warning signs, or signs, often.

The horror, the pain anesthetized critical thinking and focus on what really deserves attention.
of this thing I really fear, at this historic moment. Fine.

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