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were days that the kraken was not sleeping and more precisely since ZiBass had given him for his birthday that fucking mouse-shaped beetle that's brightly lit casa.Era been a week and the bed did not know piu'cos'era. He created a small greenhouse in the shower obscuring the glass bottle with a red left them few days before by Frank Miller.Adesso you put a shower to break the cazzo.nel full of sleep, just as Alba was engaged in a whirling dance Lap, a drop of cold water hit the kraken on its huge tortoise svegliandolo.Era rev up not so much for a lap dance but because once awake he found himself in a huge plantation of light Ganja.LA mouse had accelerated the flowering of at least three times, and the fertilizer bought smuggled resto.Si had done was made space, and arrived tired at the computer, pulled a long breath and phlegm swallowed saliva, had net sataccato of the beetle and singing an old country had successfully cast into the neighbor's yard as -kraken a real cow-boy.
The next day the neighbor's grandson was in the garden with the mouse that ran up his ass attacked. (But that's another story).

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The throat of the urchin Afrit

Griotte scottolosa and the service of the Matif made its gloomy pattuolici.
Griava trimice the lighthouse just stirred dall'utima drop of blood of Urpe.
It seemed to be a synopsis of the waters calpandro testule
while gestuli friava patride apostille. How
transhumanize Dutto and mutilated his hands? Kraken
of cunt was right in the Smena Phrygians. Oh
Afrit meus fecit visits frigid!
Druid and the throat was spending neutrality. Ah
friarmi the cervix if they could!
glove the sun waiting for the trine and Gozza death.
Griotte scolottolosa and the service of the dismal Matif made my living. Burge
Ah, if there was innotte oblivion.

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Krak appears uninvited at the Cabaret Voltaire

Bern. Between the two World Wars. At the Cabaret Voltaire, Tristan Tzara and vomit back into an office and expects the arrival of Marlene Dietrich. A very sweaty poetaster lpalco occupies the dimly lit, between smoke and chat cubic mittleuropee (eeeeeee), from a perch, naked, with huge buttery belly that wobbles like a stone on the very top of the mountain Arcadian:
"I now list my team of Government:

Minister for Environment, Scorticato Ascanio . Minister of Social Infrastructure, Sodality Masonic Incaprettato. Universities and Minister of the Third Age, Jesus Crsito. Minister of guts on the floor, Dan Brown. Sciolta Minister Scarpa, San Pancrazio Mainz, Minister of Kepler, Kepler. Misntro of Interior, Exterior. Minister of Foreign Affairs, External. Minister of the exterior, said Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, Minister of the Holy See, Don Abbaondio sedated. Minister Cathodic peristalsis, Antonio Di Pietro on which I will build my Church. Ministry of Codeice Da Vinci, Don Brown. Minister of Scientific Research, Doc Brown (big Jupiter). Minister for Integration of Sensory Paganism, BC Minister of Orthodoxy, Pope Ratzinger in camouflage. Finally

eight Sediments Without Portfolio:
San Biagio deprived of the Word, Pontius Pilate deprived of Word and Vista, Beckenbauer private Penis and without a leg (body only), the undertaker of Minneapolis (the one that buried Elvis), Dan Brown holding the Bible, Iannis Xennachis holding a pianola Bontempi, Dave Brubeck pitted black, Frederick II and his court of dangerous intellectuals, the Blessed Capretta, a Lumiere brothers' (the one without a beard).

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(voiceover)-But ... twist. A gunman claiming his ministry and his fat wallet full of money and condom use in brothels special institutionalized .-

"Who are you, that you present on this occasion of joy, armed with a revolver and blasphemies?"
(the poetarstro, dripping sweat, mucous, down from the stool and show everyone his putenda pale shamelessly and subforms)
"I am Kraken and I claim my role as a minister. "
" And you would be responsible ministry? "
" The quivering Department of the bloodshed! "Scream
inhuman and primitive. Decay of 13 seconds. By this time everyone present is given a gun loaded with pallets of silver and a 3-inch sheet of paper waste which are illustrated instructions for taking the lives of three steps.

remove the 1-safe (small drawing below to indicate the location of the Safe & directional vector needed to unlock lastessa)
2-point the revolver in the air of the meninges
3-press the mole cricket

in case of error repeat instructions from the point specified with the number 1. The

poetaster despicable and as a mother she did start to touch his frantic fat tissue and secrete a holy spirit that quick (and read) this provides a cardinal to bottle stink bombs to use in the Rio Carnival. After this dance ectoplasmic he places himself in tense listening audience. That's beginning to hear the first crack in the strength of exoskeletons so punishing the viewer's finger. A bad night for mole crickets. Gradually all these grinning crushing the poor animals with their fingers angry and repressed. The act of killing without punishment consequent social leaves everyone slightly excited and dismayed. But the more excited he is right, the poetaster, because you realize you have put the public into action. A shiver of self-Lardos runs on its soil.

FOR A PREVIOUS mole crickets.

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gets up a knife blessed by the sun hazy horizon slurries. Kraken lying on the ground, bathed in a whole clotted blood, a few teeth out of the hinge, black eyes and split. The sand is very cold, but it is a soft bed that receives its Mebra broken and twisted.
smiling with a strength and idiotic to decerebration ch entries from that sun rises to a new beginning for humanity now pays its lackluster consumer entropy. The world will continue its quick beat: purging children pregnant women, infants are shit addososo sure that someone will clean them primae then, men will get up and go to work, retired people will go to the club to play cards, the gravediggers dig the graves, the bodies continue to rot under their three meters of land (the lucky ones) and the crows will persist with their slow circling on this fucking feast of blood.
Kraken wipes the dried blood that clogs your nose sore. You drag to the shore and a refreshing ocean roaring in the great reservoir of resentment in the morning. Big mistake: the rooms opens an entrance through the wounds still stinging as well hatched purple flower anemones.
curses follow a matryoshka. Seems exhausted when the last one here who emerges.
Kraken sweeping clothes wrinkled, spotted near her placed acravatta the plasma, collected his jacket smoke of London found that blind and besieged by seagulls beccanti a few feet from his pallet and to a bloody start somewhere.
The only thing I know is that the sun is behind him. Kraken
Try to remember, try to remember. Where does the bastard who gave you so small? He felt instinctively
in the pockets of his now ex-favorite jacket. In the right pocket is unlembodi squared paper with the address written on a certain Dan Brown in London, but turned folgietto and read a little note that said: "I do not believe his words." In the left pocket here is that Pearl is a small white sheet, very lightweight, India paper, with words written on it in large letters penned by his own hand: "Be careful to Opus Dei."
suddenly recalled that the bunch of bastards who had beaten in that sleazy car were dressed in black, wore glasses and every kick and fist that was going to sign asking for forgiveness from God
Kraken smiled a canine less but much more fierce than usual: the Opus of today would have been a bad time.

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-Kraken, Kraken, but there was this man-he wondered Don abbondio gaining space in the hallway by clogged dirty tampax of Perpetua. Intent to illuminate its uncertain cammno, Don Abbondio did not notice the long shadow that cut against the door of the toilet. the shadow waited for the priest llo exceeded, then he was behind, and in a puff puff, took the most expensive was not the salvation of the soul, not the good of Renzo and Lucia, noon fear, but the erection of the evening, vanished in the bloodbath that immediately follows.
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we are here today to ask if Kraken is, as many have penetrates, homophobic, ntolerante, radical rejection of any form of confrontation. Well, to my 24 readers I can only say this: STI COCKS.
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the fact is that with Kraken nonparlava enssuno of Atempo, and instead of radicalizing suoa Stio for the human race, this silence had awakened some feeling in his heart shrunk. consequences: masturbation the spiritual beauty of A Love Supreme, renewed confidence in the hygiene of the world as cannabinol; sporadic persenza Monthly assemblies and manifests faith in the future, outside pockets bulging with coins of legal tender.
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I wonder how he Kraken to be able to keep quiet, the head dangling, in a chair, headphones on his head, to feel freedom in large volumes. where you find the strength to continue to scratch their balls. I wonder sometimes too much: such as how to ride his face Kraken scacazzata Thunderbird with a dowsing stick planted in the ass.
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the wisdom of kraken, a depiction of a black sleeve, done with good hand technique and virtuoso carving, densely ionografia chiaroscuro and consistent with the Nordic and the Gospel story. trimmed along the imprint of the copper, and sharp edges in, single state, the effect of etching aprticolare it could be argued that this is a test print. the wisdom of the kraken: collecting the insults from the sidewalks.
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Kraken and Philip Marlowe.
K: Marlowe will never change, you lose more
PM: not this time
BANG.

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Kraken gets up early in the morning woke up from a retching vomiting which fail to free the same day. The previous night remained up late and some supported by Fernet Branca Averna. Now his intestinocrasso un'nave is made of shit rccolta and imprisoned in a abottiglia also made of shit. In his gut the biggest amount of shit back into an accumolatasi only be constipated vivfente extinction of mammoths of western Siberia. The only refuge for Kraken is now the Cabinet and the screaming mouth of the filling process that relies on the obscene.
Kraken is in the sling and ceramic stay there for the street dances. Peristalsis to the altar of the accompgan butoliniche colic.
Caga a half hour of a seamless flow. Try to think of anything else while s is ene dazed on the cup, try to remember what has gone home (Ah, yes, a step by Marshal Von Bismarck, that rich Enochian hermaphrodite who lives with her boyfriend Brain Eno also said Samuli Eizenborg, narcoleptic and Sephardic) tries to think ... to what the wait in long day of waiting for the migraine circumflex (evrgini buy cd, buy blank dvd, vhs buy virgin) ... but in its cacophonous reality of his sphincter by jellyfish vehement attention whenever required. Vuolesolo that ass that the sizzling stops singing his sordid melancholy!
His legs are numb from the cold of the morning and buttocks were already being invaded by hundreds of red ants that infest the gaps between the tiles dreamy mold.
My god will eat me!
At one point knocking on the door.
flow smerdante istatantaneo refrains. Who the fuck was that? The flow resumed cave (a) daring.
cops? Creditors? Serial killers? Hosts? Who could be so light and well educated by a knock at the door of the toilet? Do not know anyone with as much tact, he knew that all his acquaintances, friends and enemies, were nothing more than bloodthirsty animals and Grog.
Kraken tried to get up but her ass retorted sharply. He watched the process window was half open. Well, he thought, an escape from the Russian mafia. Or the Cambodians? Fuck how many people had cheated in the last six months? The Chinese, Colonel Kurtz, the Spastic Areola of the temple of Elohim, of the Stiloti Gersualemme, the South China Panda and their fucking eucalyptus trees!
Shit.
-Who the fuck are you? - I
-Marshal, did you already forget about me, I love that shit open.
The day ended there. Kraken is shattered with the nail scissors and confetti he sailed in the process, immersing himself derelict in his own wickedness. The sciaquone restored peace in the Valley of Tears and Ceramics.