"These holidays do not start at all well." Unlike everything that could have on your mind, this was the second thought that I was kidnapped while on the tarmac shortly after tumble centered on the bike an unfortunate motorist four weeks ago. A bit 'for the arm cast and a bit' out of laziness I have not accurately reported the story of a nearly absolute nothing, best used to feed so passionate a microcosm of veiled and sudden successes quark popping out more or less suddenly more or less in the lives of more or less everyone. Except in one of the proud and that of the unconscious, which, for whatever obscure reason, they are immune from having their ears cut cleanly every time you stick out the window. Let's say you have started badly, continued warm and finished full of wrinkles, but it is only a short time, you want it to be, it is certain that (although when they arrive I will complain too) I would back those pretty cold and cloudy days. Who was born round do not die square and round holes in square things do not enter unless you have a hammer of appropriate scale and a stubbornness that borders on stupidity. So now I'm here that the crowds marching slowly to the first review, I try to figure out how to get to the next concert, I move sideways like crabs, I often try a pink tinge when I look at the clouds and I have to laugh, not because they've seen something funny, but because I hope that something fun to hear the call and came running. Why do you think about it this curve space-time where I have not done many fun things, is come certi tornanti che salgono e girano e girano e salgono e non finiscono mai e mentre sei lì che curvi ti chiedi se stai salendo o scendendo o andando dove devi o tornando da dove sei partito. Certi giorni sono come quegli insetti che corrono nella sabbia, che uno li vede e dice. " Guarda che buffo, che cos'è, a che specie appartiene? E' un coleottero? O un lepidottero? Ma perchè corre in questa maniera, un po' scava e un po' viaggia in superficie, però sembra che abbia le ali, peccato che abbia dei colori così brutti, sembra uno sputo, ma tu l'hai mai visto?" allora corre a casa, consulta una fonte attendibile tipo l'enciclopedia britannica, oppure Internet, cerca la foto e la descrizione corrisoponde a: INSECT CHECAZZONESO
discovered accidentally by Norman Broswell in 1715 while he was throwing up after a hangover (the scientist, not the insect)
palminocracio funny example of walking in a unique way, a bit 'underground and a bit' on the surface
apparently carrying a pair of wings that he never uses, probably out of laziness or maybe because it is the only living being afraid of heights
winged insect colors are easily distinguishable by their horrified, so much so that often is taken for the spittle of a cooled
tends to take the piss out of other insects also unaware that he is not really a deity
now you are still looking la sua posizione all'interno della catena alimentare
fondamentalmente l'obiettivo di questo genere di insetti è quello
di imparare, giorno dopo giorno, a sbattersene le palle di tutto. Per ora ci risulta sia quasi a metà strada.
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