Monday, April 28, 2008

Player Replica Lombardi Trophy

Nine. One year ...




everything is always bigger than you, always.
Fists, fists only, since his childhood. Your in a vacuum, those of the other straight in his face.
Then you thought of that punch on the snout might have been living, after all, your friend comes back from the factory with a broken back, without saying a word. You
at least some right to those who will break your back you could let go.
The bag has the face of your father and perhaps he has sand in it. A
right. Ride.
again. Ride the same.
Again, with all your strength.
He always laughs and good laws in the sneer his words: "You're a loser"
Then it happens that growth, including a broken nose and shortness of breath.
Your mother is in the mess of sand and sea water with which you played as a child of the sea. Cancer
call.
If only I could take a punch, but you can not, only the bag, only your father, only yourself.
few more years and you know where to hit your glove before you even think that.
The crowd, a lot.
Flash, many of them.
The beating of your heart, too.
Your opponent is the champion of the world.
It's just a man.
It does not hurt.
Dodge, move your toes.
Your head crashed to the ground is less painful hook you sent us.

1

Get up.

2

Do it for the blood you spit.

3

Do it for the tears you shed

4

Do it for you that you are watching

5

ball because you love her.


6

ball because you're not a failure



Rise 7.

8

For that bastard cancer.

9

for you.

Well, the bell has sounded and you are standing. Te
the laugh, just fists, nothing more.
Life hits harder every time.

Monday, April 21, 2008

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Volobasso!





One year. The first
anno di vita non c’è, non puoi ricordarlo, ma qualcuno lo ha scolpito nel cuore e lo custodisce per te.
Un giorno ti svegli e ti accorgi che è un anno che sei grande, continuando ad inseguire gli anni in cui eri piccolo.
Un anno che le tue dita scorrono su e giù sullo strumento e non avresti mai pensato di vederle così sudate, tenaci, così vive.
Un anno che hai scoperto che dalla A alla Z si crea un universo, ma anche due e le pagine lette sono tante, nel cuore, negli occhi.
Un anno che strisci con la sofferenza a tirarti per le caviglie ed hai paura che quell’anno sia solo il primo.
Il primo anno che sei guarito e la paura di tornare a strisciare non va via.
Un anno di lei ed il primo kiss is just around the corner, you recognize the taste, the warmth, but is facing a year on tomorrow, the first brick of a studio and as Jovanotti become a castle.
One year on wheels, hearts in the middle field and a caption on the back, a hope of glory, a flower, the sun.
One year.
12, 52, 365, 8765, 525948, 31556926 ... movements of your eyelids and 5,110,000 a year, and every time you do not realize it but what you see between an interval and the other is yours, life .

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Does Grapefruit Interfere With Coversyl

Life Blogger





blogger greets the dawn before going to bed because the cricket within itself imposes to make the rounds of his one hundred thirty-four links, only to wake up at half past eight to check if there were no responses to his comments.
The blogger has a cervical vertebra subversive, a harbinger of old age with sticks, spat and scraping with a straight denture adhesive paste.
The blogger has performance anxiety, not the sweaty naked bodies, hands on hips, languages \u200b\u200band difficulties. Performance by bloggers, quick post, post correctly, the original post, quips, jokes and if people I know cocks
With friends becomes almost embarrassing

"guys I'm going .."

"but how, already?"

"oh yes ... I have to go right!"

"go fuck but it was better if you said you were going to hell!"

The blogger comes back and sits down, that the world is an operating system, a search engine and infinite words have no voice, only font and finger fast.
One day, the blogger gets a nice comment on his last post, "one hot" is the signature that intrigues him, one click and the world of "hot single" opens with gentle music in the background.
Looks good and he knows his body, peers think they know better and even that mole on her breast, but can not be true, not his girlfriend with another sheep to him from behind.

Riiiiiiing

... "Laura, sorry, but you started a blog signed - and only hot -? "

" Yes, why? "

" M-ma, Laura, are you fucking with another man, and sheep to come with me you never did! "

" If instead of doing the zombie with your blog the hell I'd be treated as duty and maybe grabbed from behind, you see instead of what you were there ... on, what you have to say? "

" Well, oh, you know I'm no good with words, expect that you leave a comment ... "

Friday, April 11, 2008

Proposal Sample Francisee

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Nausea After Using A Tampon

Euterpe - Screenplay (Today I sputtano once and for all!)




Today to Rome to meet my friends and talk to aspiring writers like me "work" (God as it sounds good!)

I would post a little story, but I do not have the time, so I sputtano and placed my first screenplay and, intellectual honesty, the place without corrections Lorenzo Bartoli, otherwise it was too easy.

Again, is my first script, I did not know a damn thing! not be bad, right?

are only five tables ... ah, do not place the subject (which of course is mine), not a synopsis, because I'm in a hurry!


Title: Euterpe

Table 1

1-2-3 on the strip, a small



The sticker is a television screen. To understand it in a corner you can put a written or a TV-type logo: go-tv!
From the screen we see the top half bust of a man in his thirties, at will, is holding a microphone. You smile.

Man.
- Buuuuonaseraaa friends! Today we will talk about John Carducci, the mysterious leader of Arousal, will be with us the critic Tom White ... you Tom!


2 small

More like a TV screen, always the logo in the corner. Little in the middle field, from above, on the one hand we see the critical a piacere, seduto su una poltrona e a fianco il presentatore su uno sgabello. Ambientazione televisiva a piacere.

Critico.
- Grazie Jim…beh, c’è poco da dire: un genio, semplicemente un genio del rock!

Presentatore.
- Mmm…e credi che potrà durare?


3 piccola

Ancora come lo schermo tv, ancora il logo in un angolo. Pp di 3/4 dall’alto del critico. Aria seria di chi sa quello che dice.

Critico.
- Ogni sua idea è innovativa, senza precedenti, stupenda, emozionante: John è GIA’ nella storia!


4-5 un po’ più grande

Interno notte. In campo medio from the stage where he is holding a rock concert. In front of all the singer-guitarist, long, straight hair, blacks, jeans and shirt. At the sides of the bassist and guitarist, as desired. Behind the drummer, to taste. Below, the crowd is awesome, lots of kids who acted as a pit in hell. One could draw the notes here and there.


Did.
- The concert, the moment I love most ... look at them, are owned, and I'm their devil.


6-7-8 on the strip.

6

Exterior, night. From the middle field. John walks down a corridor of hurdles that leads right to his car (sport). The corridor is seen sideways. At the sides of the mob calling for autographs. He walks careless escorted by two bodyguards, to taste.

Did.
- I hate this kind of thing ...

crowd.
- John!
- An autograph!
- Six fantasticoooo!

7

Exterior, night. In the mean field from John's car leaves the reader along a city street.

Did.
... I just want to play, create ...

8

Exterior, night. In long shot we see John's car small in front of the gate of a villa of your dreams. Villa at will, but it must be quite luxurious.

Did.
- trapped in the score ... the demons that haunt my thoughts ...


Table 2

1

Interior, night, the only light is the moonlight that filters through the windows. Detail from a hand unscrews the cap of a bottle of whiskey.

Did.
- ... and, of course, want to drink.

2

detail that comes out from the whiskey bottle and ends up in a shallow, wide glass with ice in it.

Did.
- I do not remember, exactly, when I started ...

3-4

Interior, night. In the mean field from a luxurious lounge. Furniture at will, at the center of a chair ¾ view from behind. In the end, a wall of windows, no curtains, from which we see trees and the moonlight entering (for the whole story full moon is the only one to illuminate the scene). John is sitting in the chair, looks toward the window and see his arm dangling from the side, the hand holding the bottle.

Did.
- ... but now it's part of me, like a slow, friendly cancer. A musician? A drunk? One does not exclude the other.

5

subjective From John we see the detail of the hand holding the bottle, how to read the label.

John off.
- ahh…i fans, i soldi, mille idee che mi frullano per la testa, dimmi un po’, per caso tu c’entri qualcosa?

6

Di quinta, da dietro, lo schienale della poltrona dove è seduto e la faccia di John che sporge di lato per guardare dietro. Ha l’espressione accigliata, è sorpreso per aver sentito una voce da dietro.

Voce fuori campo.
- Credi davvero di trovare la risposta in quella bottiglia?

John.
- ?!?

Tav. 3

1-2 verticale

Figura intera di una donna. Indossa un vestito che si avvita appena sopra il seno lasciando scoperte le spalle e finisce con una gonna corta. Porta scarpe con high heels. He has long hair and blacks, has beautiful facial features but is very undernourished, almost a skeleton. It is impressive.

John off.
- who you are, how did you get?

Donna.
- we were not presented, but we are very close, believe me!

3 pp
from John who looks at the woman with dry air.

John.
- Look, is not air, then go back where you came from, if you wanted an autograph you arrived late.

4

shoulder lean, the fifth woman. In the background John stood up and is now leaning back in his chair, still with the glass in one hand and the bottle of the other. John looks up at the sky as a sign of impatience.

Donna.
- quiet, there's no hurry. I want you to listen carefully, because I have to tell you something about your unbridled inspiration! Do not tell me you're curious!?

John.
- oh Lord, all me!

5 pp
woman's bottom. It is angular, cadaverous, expression and smile of defiance.

Donna.
- my name is Euterpe! They are one of the nine muses, the muse of music to be exact ... a little man like you must have heard about, I guess!

6
detachment. Exterior, night. We see the living room from the outside of the window. The two are always in the position First

John.
- Euterpe? Cute! Listen baby, I have a bottle of good whiskey to drain, why not lift your heels and you walk away?




Table 4

1

detachment. Interior, night. From the fifth with a shot of lightning comes out of his hand Phelps grabbing the throat of John. John is framed from the shoulders up to ¾. He definitely surprised and frightened expression.

Euterpe.
- You ... you did not understand who you do!

John.
- g-ghhh!


2 in medium from Euterpe ¾ complete relief of John from the ground, holding his throat. Should emphasize the fact that a woman so ill put a man can raise. John shakes his legs in the air and shakes it with both hands raised the arm that holds it. The glass and the bottle crashing to the ground, only the bottle breaks.

John.
- GOD! N-you can not leave me ...!

Euterpe.
- small, stupid man ... sound

glass.
- thump!

Noise bottle.
- crash!

3
mean field from above. John is thrown to the ground, falling on its side. We see him in the face. Expression of pain.

John.
- ahh!

Euterpe off.
- you know, I give you fatal ideas that allow you to express yourself through music. The rules are simple: few good ideas to those who are sensitive enough to feel my spirit ...

4
mean field from above. Euterpe fifth, John in the background, sitting on the ground, strip away the woman is frightened.

Euterpe.
- ... But sometimes it happens that people are born gifted, able to establish direct contact with my essence. Think in immoderate amounts from which to draw ideas and insights ...

5

detail from the eye to upset John. Euterpe is reflected in the eye that approaches.

Euterpe off.
- ... what I disfigures the body and spirit, makes me weak, old ...

6 pp
bottom of Euterpe yelling furiously in the direction of the player.

Euterpe.
- LOOK! WATCH How I became because of you!


Table 5


1 pp
hand Euterpe horrible coming out of the fifth. In the background John has now arrived with his back to the window and turns to a feeling that it can no longer continue nell'indietreggiare.

Euterpe.
- beginning to understand it? Have you ever wondered why, from Mozart to Kurt Cobain, all the great musicians are impazziti o morti prematuramente?

John.
- !!!

2

ravvicinata sul volto di John. La mano di Euterpe è sulla testa di John, il quale urla in una smorfia di dolore.

John.
- AAAAAHHHHH!!!

Euterpe.
- è tempo di riprendere ciò che è mio!

3

in campo lungo Euterpe adagia l’inerte John sulla poltrona. Si vedono di profilo, da lontano, non si distinguono bene. La scena è come fuori dal tempo, non c’e sfondo, o tutto nero oppure tutto bianco, a piacere.

4
john è seduto sulla poltrona, è inquadrato dalle ginocchia in su, le braccia riverse in mezzo alle gambe tighten a second bottle of whiskey. The head is almost touching the side of the shoulder, a trickle of drool coming out of the mouth. Has the expression to be stupid, look into the void.

John.
- ghh-g ... dead or mad ... mad ... mad ...


5-6 half-length by ¾ Euterpe that goes into the fifth. Now it is beautiful in the flesh, prosperous and happy smiles, a little 'left. In the second floor lounge as it is with the chair in the center and the moonlight entering.

Euterpe.
- A good composer does not imitate;

* steals *: Igor Stravinsky

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Unlocking A Laptop Combination Lock

"Eh, though, you're never good shit!" The reason for a new look.





Non vi allarmate, non ho messo il mio nomignolo sopra alcuni dei migliori personaggi dei fumetti mai inventati per manie di grandezza!
Semplicemente, mi creava un pò di disagio aprire il mio blog e vedere quella veste new age, col titolo "volobasso coffè break", ma pausa de che? Mi sembrava che fosse un posto dove la gente arriva e si gode delle cose scritte..."si gode", questo presupporrebbe che siano scritte bene, sempre bene...nulla di più falso.
Mi sembrava di tirarmela un pò, ecco, e me ne dispiace.
Io non offro un servizio, un buon servizio...no, io mi esercito, mi diverto, scrivo, invento e vedo se quello che esce può piacere o meno, sperando di migliorare!
Vorrei published a good comic, that's all.
So, fuck a coffee break, there is no break, you learn!

Now, if you will, I smoke a cigarette, perhaps preceded by a coffee!

Monday, April 7, 2008

Mini Lombardi Trophy Replica

-THE BAND - subtitle: DONKEY RACE - (Part four)




Fortunately Simon arrived in the moment in which Tom indefinite usually extinguishes his cigarette and put my hand in my pocket for another.
He stood in the doorway, looking at us smiling. There was something special in his eyes, looked at us like a child ready to blurt out his latest prank. But Simon was no longer a child, at least in the body, and if it was a prank, there were two beautiful breasts and a half ass. Not to mention
began to walk and the show was somewhat grotesque: it was not very graceful in ambulatory rather, it was awkward. Making it short, it seemed that he had taken up the ass.

"Simon, but what the hell are you?" - I said calm and resigned.

"Oh, it hurts ... the pea pea!"

Tom began to laugh hysterically. Not that he grasped what it was, but knowing Simon, he had sensed that there was to hear a bizarre story.

"Ok, what have you done now?" - I said, father and ready to listen to everything.

"Well, nothing that ..."

“Simon?”

“Ero arrapato…”

“Tu sei sempre arrapato!”

“Oh, Cristo! Vuoi venire al dunque? Ho bisogno di pettegolezzi, io!” - Questo era Tom, la peggiore comare sotto i trent’anni e di sesso maschile che potesse esserci in circolazione.

“Dammi prima una sigaretta…ed un goccio di caffè e…non ci sarebbe qualcosa di alcolico da metterci dentro?”

“Dovrebbe esserci rimasta della tequila, ma non so se col caffè ci sta bene.”

“Ma sì che ci sta bene!”

Comprendi le cose solo quando le vedi. In that moment I saw Simon
pour the Tequila in coffee, drink it, make a face of disapproval, to light a cigarette, aspire to full and exhale slowly. All with a smile, the skin of his face relaxed, fluid and precise gestures.
He was fine, peaceful.
not he realized, perhaps because he was too good to be normal and talk shit, and it made me feel good too.

"Then, last night I was at that troiaio ... what's his name ... ah, yes: Ultra-Babes. I was quiet drink and smoke, looking asses, a busty clung to a pole lap dance ... the usual routine. At some point approaching this lady has had almost forty years, asks me if I can sit at my table. I look for good before answering a troione! Christ, it was a leopard puttanone! Start talking about crap, but I see I do not listen. I see the neckline, the full lips, the slit of her skirt and start to think. She comes forward with talk of more and more hot and I did not start to feel more in his underwear. Rum, a round, two, three, the fourth had his tongue in my mouth and the burrito I peeked behind the ears. "

now four cigarettes were lit and the scene again with the sock full story of Simon. It was morning, maybe at lunch time, not that it mattered, we were there, stories to tell, yet to be disposed of booze, something started to do - crack -.

"Yes, but what the hell has this to do with the fact that you walk with his legs apart?"

"And it's waiting cock! Now get there! I said, that made me horny, cock it and bring it in the bathroom of the room ... God, fuck! When we finished I could not stand up. Then, I readjusted a bit but I feel something strange, like wet ... it was blood! I thought - fuck, I have this background, which I've got pea-. I ask her if everything is fine, because I see the blood and she replied that everything is fine and that is mine. "

" Embee, what the hell happened? "

"The thong!"

"What, - the thong -?"

"I was so horny that I put a sheep near the wall, I lifted my skirt and I dodged her thong to do before ... but it was lace! I slashed my cock back and forth, rubbing against the lace! "

The rest were various anecdotes and laughter," life ", you say.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

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search keywords.




So I'm leaving for Rome to deport them with friends-writers and I hope for good intentions and designs!
I would post a little story but I do not have the time, thus inaugurating a new label: KEYS RESEARCH.
How many of you know, thanks to shinystat you can see who is on your blog (or site in general) and the free version offers the ability to see through such search keys that port (basically, when you go on an engine research, put the word which you want to find material and the various links will appear).

Now, thank God, someone types "volobasso blog" or "Gabriele Giarrusso, an unmistakable sign that those pious souls looking for just me. Many harmless
typing words like "Ghostbusters" or "Witch" or "story".

many, however, indulges itself in clear words from the content of hard, porn and the like ... what jokers!

Introducing a list of the most funny search terms that have enabled many to get on my blog in early April:

- FAT GIRL HOT

- GOLAPROFONDA

- IMAGES OF MAN WHO IS THE SUCK alone (my god!)

- BEAUTIFUL IN THE ASS to hear (well, if you like ...)

- Breack ASS (!)

- The LOVER SLUT FOR MEN repressed (not There is no limit!)


Done periodically will update this section ... A note, has anyone tried "Antonella Del Greek" My girlfriend ....

"I do na clique that you Crino as titanic er!"