pedraelighe

give a new and greater value; in particular, recognizing the merits of a work or an artist in response to previous negative judgments......mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhh.. ..aaaaaaaargghhhhhhhhhh I can't do it, I'm sorry, love songs sung by washing women in heat, let's face it, Pedra 44 years and counting, no actually I've stopped counting.

In the dead of night on the Friday of the week before last, I was suddenly awakened by fully armed commandos. Stunned and bewildered, I was forcibly compelled to abandon a gratifying encounter with the virago librarian, kindly transmitted to me by my subconscious. Shocked by my own failure of rudimentary alarm systems on the path from the front door to my bed – a wind chime, the bicycle blocking the passage in front, a threatening teddy bear between me and this band of masked strangers, practically indistinguishable – I pondered my predicament. In the dim light of their flashlights, I noticed certain details that at the moment, due to my state of mind, I didn't quite consider, but now, thinking back... For example: the one they called El Comandante, whom I assume was the leader, wore a large uppercase G on his beret; the almost wooden grain pattern on the swaying legs of the woman in the group seemed oddly familiar; an indefinable presence ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ in the shadows; and a clown in Calvin Klein boxers. Well, in those few moments that felt infinite, while restrained, they put a sign around my neck that read "HU! If you're not looking for anything, this isn't the place for you!" They took a Polaroid photo of me and ran away.

Impressed yet not surprised by your talent Sessiejacula

AAA seeking female (even if feminist), pure and of sound principles to redeem useless, alcoholic pig, lazy sex addict, I eagerly await your call at the following number: 0044 0208 3108074

I have a doubt, did Leo wash his dirty socks himself?

In my opinion, perhaps even in a nebulous/supernova state, a star was born, and it continues like this, and who knows, one day those ankles will reach a Kosmogabric gravitational force.

I’ll kiss the greasy and clumped surface of your arse Appe`, with my eyes closed naturally. I don’t own a single album by the Melvins, shame on me!

I just went there and saw you. I take this opportunity to leave a kind of murra, exceptionally (I never vote), as a reward for the above delightful review.

........but send it to hell with lots of XXXX, and plenty of DDDDDDDDDDD