Allucinante Contributi all’Editoria

Devo scrivere non ce la faccio, mi rivolgo a quelle 2/3 persone (ciao Girrrllll) che ogni tanto sbirciano ‘sto blog andate su questo sito governo.it e scaricatevi/leggete a x y z sono in pdf e ce ne sono altri…
Ma porcavacca quanti di questi giornali trovate in edicola??? Avete visto l’argent che ricevono, mi chiedo cosa ci fanno, lode al governo o autogol del governo…

Yeeeaahh
I took a trip down to L’America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
I took a trip down to L’America
To trade some beads for a pint of gold
L’America, L’America, L’America
L’America, L’America, L’America
C’mon people, don’t ya look so down
You know the rain man’s comin’ ta town
Change the weather, change your luck
And then he’ll teach ya how ta…find yourself
L’America…

Mr. Mojo Risin

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  1. Anonymous
    Pubblicato 10 gennaio 2006 alle 1:52 PM | Link Permanente

    Friendly strangers came to town
    All the people put them down
    But, the women loved their ways
    Come again some other day
    Like the gentle rain
    Like the gentle rain that falls
    I took a trip down to L’America
    To trade some beads for a pint of gold
    I took a trip down to L’America
    To trade some beads for a pint of gold
    L’America, L’America, L’America
    L’America, L’America, L’America
    L’America

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    April Fools ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't' seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so.