I slit the ass. I would like to know who to work on these issues and to create recognizable necessarily have to put a name to everything. Bullo.
That word is shit. Who endorses the use of these neologisms, bring it here that the jaw with a racket head in the mouth. Even the Wikipedia page dedicated to bullying calls itself a mixture of sociology and clichés, and even fucking spell-check of the word continues to be marked in red the word as if it was a spelling error or any of the swear words that I wrote.
Ok, I've beaten someone who did not want to give me his KitKat range: the cry of kit-kat break I heard her tibia break under my hands. I hid in the cupboard with the mask on Dario For and when the Italian teacher opened it I mentioned "Mistero buffo" and died of a heart attack. I threw down the wall that separated us the other class using the chair as a battering ram, and I filled sandwiches of which I gave a bite before launching them as a kind of hand grenade: I did it for 40 minutes.
I crumbled plaster, I put on the bench Mariasole and when she sat Did I blow in the face. Okay, you are allergic to plaster Mariasole: I filmed his anaphylactic shock and I put it on yotube with the title: "Hilarious! Girl dies in class. "
I filmed my classmates were crying while listening to The Cure for Battiato and I put the video on youtube I changed the sound of Blue by Eiffel 65, and I titled "Girls down crying for no reason."
I spread the nickname The Hole fastened her after that of 2d was born with a serious malformation, the skin of the buttocks did not follow the curve of muscle and close everything. I invented "The pile" a masterpiece of architecture that provides a pyramid of 34 tables resting on an area of \u200b\u200b3 square meters: the beauty of the stack is dropping, the roar that flows from it gives me a thrill that I feel only a few other occasions : When
piss in Lemon Soda Professor of Chemistry
When I fill a bag of tangerine peels
When the glue suit someone against the wall and we draw the head and hands
When clipping the faces from the saints and the attack on porn magazines
When I open a bag of processionary class
When praising the Jihad during the time of religion
It's all true, and it is also true that until a few months ago I was a boy, as you say, quiet.
But you must believe me, you can not keep me locked up here, I'm not crazy. Please, I told you exactly how it went, she told me to do this. I well recall, as had happened yesterday was an afternoon October, and I was in my room, I had finished my homework and I was reading an essay on the history of the cultivation of silkworms in the sixth century AD, had just finished copy in good notes, I was going to reorder in chronological order all my records of classical music, at one point when I ride her there. Two little ducks
identical with the yellow sunglasses. I do not see their eyes, but I feel their eyes on every inch of my skin suddenly bathed in a sweat of ice.
I would like to say something, but the air does not get that push up the complicity of the vocal cords, and sounds something like "hhhhhh". I remain silent and motionless a few seconds, the heart remains in the chest only because I have a strong chest, but has stopped pumping blood, and spread panic until the last capillary. A moment of a thousand years, an eternity of a second, then those little beaks open and speak with one voice. "Come play with us. The books you no longer need. We have work for you "
I spread the nickname The Hole fastened her after that of 2d was born with a serious malformation, the skin of the buttocks did not follow the curve of muscle and close everything. I invented "The pile" a masterpiece of architecture that provides a pyramid of 34 tables resting on an area of \u200b\u200b3 square meters: the beauty of the stack is dropping, the roar that flows from it gives me a thrill that I feel only a few other occasions : When
piss in Lemon Soda Professor of Chemistry
When I fill a bag of tangerine peels
When the glue suit someone against the wall and we draw the head and hands
When clipping the faces from the saints and the attack on porn magazines
When I open a bag of processionary class
When praising the Jihad during the time of religion
It's all true, and it is also true that until a few months ago I was a boy, as you say, quiet.
But you must believe me, you can not keep me locked up here, I'm not crazy. Please, I told you exactly how it went, she told me to do this. I well recall, as had happened yesterday was an afternoon October, and I was in my room, I had finished my homework and I was reading an essay on the history of the cultivation of silkworms in the sixth century AD, had just finished copy in good notes, I was going to reorder in chronological order all my records of classical music, at one point when I ride her there. Two little ducks
identical with the yellow sunglasses. I do not see their eyes, but I feel their eyes on every inch of my skin suddenly bathed in a sweat of ice.
I would like to say something, but the air does not get that push up the complicity of the vocal cords, and sounds something like "hhhhhh". I remain silent and motionless a few seconds, the heart remains in the chest only because I have a strong chest, but has stopped pumping blood, and spread panic until the last capillary. A moment of a thousand years, an eternity of a second, then those little beaks open and speak with one voice. "Come play with us. The books you no longer need. We have work for you "
