JimMorrison

DeRank ™: 3,31

DeAge™ : 7556 days • Here since 10 october 2005

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Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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Qzerty how rude you are… you know I can't stand the smell of farts...

Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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Wait a minute, we’re coming.

Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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I don't sing the cazzoni by Le Vibrazioni, you know how much I like them.

Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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We are of our land, land scorched and burned by the sun, similar to the neural one of someone. Qzé, did you bring the cicinnato?

You steal and steal, but we still go to the countryside, with the Bagnoli sheep, a sack on our shoulder, cutting the nipoto from under the vines. We don’t sleep until noon... Anyway, you really don’t want to know what we put in?

Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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Do you know that we put ourselves in the fields to bring out the beautiful hard wheat?

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20 may 06

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Anyway, to recognize a hoe from a sickle, you don't need to be a farmer... have you even seen the red flag?

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20 may 06

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Yes, when you wander through the fields as a kid, you learn to be a son of a bitch by the age of three, not just some fool. Then you go to school and you still screw over all the rich kids...

Depeche Mode A Broken Frame

20 may 06

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Yes, I would always swipe his football stickers. You know, we used to play in the rain, flipping coins or with a small hole. I would trade him the stickers from Serie B or the scudetto of Cagliari, and he would give me Maradona and the scudetto of Milan or Napoli. Those shiny ones...

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20 may 06

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On purpose? Come on Breath, don’t make a fool of yourself, Qzé is a real player. You should know that when he was little, he used to sneak the fioroni from the neighbor’s field and walked backward all the way to the dry stone wall at Cosimo’s uncle's place, where he got slapped in the face. Hence his somewhat peculiar demeanor and the wealth of experience he gained in the local dialect, like: "Eeeeeep" - "Addi' alla gioventù" - "E alla b'llezz!".