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the bark and run the self. Ex.

Eg. I would say that is just one example. But as we all know that the piece has not started yet. We're just the warm up. It seems to me the equivalent of a nice trip. Full of flash, splash, and maybe even cash. But best not to ask too much. So we do a trip that is literary fiction. Worthy, therefore, a laboratory narrative.

What then is precisely what our Diablog. What myself and anyone who wants to take part in the charade.

authors call them, but they are more like pals travel, sect Dead Poets. You know? Cool, no? And then all of these headings. Mamma mia! Mamma mia, that variety.

And a bit 'of days that I have in mind the image of Gaddafi dancing. In reality then is not Gaddafi. My memory is distorted by Tigga and newspapers, probably. I think a movie Moore own ends with a clip where you see Saddam Hussein dancing with his colonels or something. A little 'annoying, I'll tell you. Oh well ... I tell you? Gaddafi, yes, I was looking for web image of him as she dances or does something like this, I do not know.

Why I'd make a fumettino, like those of James & Arnold, says Gadaffi should this rhyme:

Giro ride round

and burn the world.

War broke out

all underground.

E 'something a bit' grim and cynical, perhaps, but I have it on her, and I want to keep here on the blog.

Beyond the rhyme, I thought of introducing a little 'satire. I do not know. In fact I have never in my life satire. Also because I have never been so close to having to fish even among politicians to baste a ridiculous scene. I have always got away with the clowns for the hobby.

So I do not know, I will think. What do you say? Can there be?

Meanwhile we go on like this, because you do not change a winning formula.

you? Suggestions? Ideas? We

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