kill me.
assassinerà me, kill me, maim me, I fredderà, I shall eliminate, truciderà me, destroy me, destroy me, I will delete. In one way or another it will. Choking, strangling, shooting, hanging, beheading, guillotine, making small pieces in small or large pieces to feed the pigs Uncle Hyacinth, or cremated in the microwave and then scatter my ashes in the Grand Canal.
No, none of this will, at least not properly before me tortured. I do not ever believe. For me to talk, to discover the truth that you think I do not want to tell you, I will submit to the most atrocious tortures, I martorierà the body into several parts, the strazierà with the most cruel instruments of pain, I sevizierà, if necessary I will rape by 'Great Dane Uncle Hyacinth (a man who looks like a creature that looks like a man) will probably force me to listen to "Forgiveness" by Tiziano Ferro in the rare studio vesion feauturing enhanced by Gigi D'Alessio.
"Matthew"
"Where's Matt"
"I do not know, dear,"
"Ha ha. Tell me where "
" ... "
" Leoluca tell me! "
But I can not tell what happened, or maybe what I believe happened, maybe it did not happen, maybe it's a nightmare, oh! Fuck these fucking needles hurt even in a dream. But it's not a dream. I do not understand. She went to buy some Christmas presents with his mother.
"Do not worry, go ahead, we are a bit 'men this afternoon, eh Matt."
"Yes, yes, do let them sleep and wakes up as soon as the bath, put him in the bath toys that he likes so much, like the pirate ship, he goes crazy. Ah, then let them drink a bit 'of milk, I recommend small children with crumbled cookies, and check if it is not too hot, heck the last time a drop fell on the tablecloth has burned a hole not seen since ... oh in short, be careful! "
And then she left, I took it, I put a little 'in front of the TV were the Teletubbies, which I think he likes a lot, I tried to make him laugh with some verse and dududu and titititi, and who is the daddy doll, but I only respond with grimaces that seem absurd for disapproval. Boh will be involuntary movements of facial muscles.
to bed now. Only twenty minutes. What was it now? Bath.
I fill the tub, warm water, bubble bath, a pirate ship. "Wait there Matthew, I'll get warmer. But where to put it, ah there it is "
I'll be back in the bathroom. Matt is gone. In the bathtub, along with pirates, hundreds of yellow rubber ducks, it seems an invasion.
The phone rings, I hasten to answer.
Silence. A silence that speaks.
other party know. A heart-rending cry
vomited directly from my stomach, "What you did to Matthew eh? Who are you, how much money you want, merde! I swear that if you touch regret it for life, where my figliooooooooooooo bastards ...? "
" HERE "
assassinerà me, kill me, maim me, I fredderà, I shall eliminate, truciderà me, destroy me, destroy me, I will delete. In one way or another it will. Choking, strangling, shooting, hanging, beheading, guillotine, making small pieces in small or large pieces to feed the pigs Uncle Hyacinth, or cremated in the microwave and then scatter my ashes in the Grand Canal.
No, none of this will, at least not properly before me tortured. I do not ever believe. For me to talk, to discover the truth that you think I do not want to tell you, I will submit to the most atrocious tortures, I martorierà the body into several parts, the strazierà with the most cruel instruments of pain, I sevizierà, if necessary I will rape by 'Great Dane Uncle Hyacinth (a man who looks like a creature that looks like a man) will probably force me to listen to "Forgiveness" by Tiziano Ferro in the rare studio vesion feauturing enhanced by Gigi D'Alessio.
"Matthew"
"Where's Matt"
"I do not know, dear,"
"Ha ha. Tell me where "
" ... "
" Leoluca tell me! "
But I can not tell what happened, or maybe what I believe happened, maybe it did not happen, maybe it's a nightmare, oh! Fuck these fucking needles hurt even in a dream. But it's not a dream. I do not understand. She went to buy some Christmas presents with his mother.
"Do not worry, go ahead, we are a bit 'men this afternoon, eh Matt."
"Yes, yes, do let them sleep and wakes up as soon as the bath, put him in the bath toys that he likes so much, like the pirate ship, he goes crazy. Ah, then let them drink a bit 'of milk, I recommend small children with crumbled cookies, and check if it is not too hot, heck the last time a drop fell on the tablecloth has burned a hole not seen since ... oh in short, be careful! "
And then she left, I took it, I put a little 'in front of the TV were the Teletubbies, which I think he likes a lot, I tried to make him laugh with some verse and dududu and titititi, and who is the daddy doll, but I only respond with grimaces that seem absurd for disapproval. Boh will be involuntary movements of facial muscles.
to bed now. Only twenty minutes. What was it now? Bath.
I fill the tub, warm water, bubble bath, a pirate ship. "Wait there Matthew, I'll get warmer. But where to put it, ah there it is "
I'll be back in the bathroom. Matt is gone. In the bathtub, along with pirates, hundreds of yellow rubber ducks, it seems an invasion.
The phone rings, I hasten to answer.
Silence. A silence that speaks.
other party know. A heart-rending cry
vomited directly from my stomach, "What you did to Matthew eh? Who are you, how much money you want, merde! I swear that if you touch regret it for life, where my figliooooooooooooo bastards ...? "
" HERE "
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