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Peeping Lara pt. 2 / / / Elec

And in the end Lara graduated , the day before yesterday!
was beautiful and I was proud to be there with her. I have also pocketed a leaf of his crown, it might get good (in a year it's up to me, if all goes as it should). His blog Peeping Tom, however, continues.
Meanwhile, David C. Fragale added the last character to the small number who had written for her, starting from the theme that was to his thesis (voyeurism). Even load on my blog this last piece. Even so ... I have no idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to do ...
Thank you, David.

Elec:

lived in the hearts of others, and watched them all, one by one, looking them in the reply to your own. She liked to put his fish in their ventricles, aorta, pushing nell'infarto imminent, seeking the meaning of that wonder, wondering how to condense such as reproducing, processing and re-creating it. They watched through the glass of their eyes, exotic fish who spies his masters, he wondered when he would come and feed. And when they came to her off the trap, opening the sternum as the god Tezcatlipoca them locked up, as portrayed his hand too late.
His voyeurism? None, except want to spy on the places where they are allowed windows or locks, or cracks, o. ..

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Peeping Lara

big day tomorrow: Lara Piccirillo, a dear friend of mine, he graduated.
The topic of his thesis is very particular and opens a wealth of suggestions: voyeurism.
has started a blog full of wonderful ideas on the theme: Peeping Tom.

Some time ago I asked if I was going to throw something down leaving me inspired by the ideas of his thesis. I delayed until last night, but finally I have it (even though my scanner is not very faithful merciless ...):



I seriously put on a table far too long. One of the last times he was the poster Cremonapalloza Rock Fest. The designs that made it up to another, I gave them to Hillsong me and then they are reviewed around the world (a bit 'like the nano Amélie: D) inside the video documenting their tour in 2010 (approx. 4:35). Cool! :)


Returning to the thesis of voyeurism and Lara, my illustration is not the only homage: find a fertile narrative theme, I put the flea in his ear to my friend David C. Fragale and, as I had hoped, he pulled out Hot stuff. Among the many things he does, in fact, David writes - and writes well. Usually does not give her lyrics to the web, so we know that these five characters he described as rare stones are worth.
I close this post with his / my gift.

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Mark

He enjoyed watching in the gorge, when people yawn. For him, those grooves were windows, we could see happen in the most important things in life, sometimes a strand of saliva could be a sign of a special event. If a soft and opened the curtains opened up the abyss, he leaned to take more than could the pink, red, darkness in the back, behind the uvula and into the tonsils - no teeth, not the interest, bricks were unnecessary, as the walls that made it impossible to look inside the houses. Once a girl opened her mouth so abnormal, it seemed that he was wrong - they were on the train - and he had nearly climbed over the seat to enjoy the view, he thought he could see a shed down there, such as beams and Fiberglass panels of some train stations, lower down, a move wet, black, dragon tapered, and lower still a white flesh, a protoplasmic be made of semen swallowed few days before, which is still held, is held in the world ...
When she closed the mouths of many secrets, he had already achieved what he sought, and somewhere down rubbed in my pants.


Ribes:

He loved the black butterflies, the black butterflies of all species. He loved to gather in large amounts and leave the house for free, free to fly in the furniture, plants, coming to rest on its food, but not out of the window, the windows were closed, had to be closed. She had put the papers on the windows, because he knew that the other side of the road in front of the building, there were dirty old that looked at. At times he feared that would send those spiders that have red-light observed as she sat on the toilet, or which would kill the butterflies. But it never happened.
When the butterflies died, she put us on tape very powerful. He went down the street and threw the air, like a bunch of flowers. Most of the time sadly fell on the sidewalk, where they were immediately torn to shreds by the shoes of passers-by, but in some cases one of the extinct care clung on the back of some unsuspecting pedestrian. Then she followed him wherever he / she would go (but better if it was him), followed him until he got home, or arrive in the evening. So often, she did an about-face and returned to his chores. Only sometimes followed the stranger and the throttle valve over the door, beyond the threshold of his house, as well as his secrets and killing all the spiders-red light that was.


Clenda:

Clenda light from holes in public toilets. Make large circles of blacks, more dense, around the slit lamp in the other, then on top of huge black mark writes: "Abandon all hope ye who enter here" in some cases, taken by an inner turmoil, she put all 'circle of circles around a series of vulgarity free blacks and imaginative. It happens when nobody uses the toilet with a hole, one side or the other, so she has written both walls, so that both processes are his.
But someone is always there. And she looks at them, but do not look down there , where all the action is, no, you look at them, their faces, their movements, if they speak for themselves, if you try, but most often prefer some have lost eyes, and the imagination soars.
Clenda not excited to do this, does not excite ever. Sex makes you fear, a child was told that by unloading processes, from the Turkish children are watching you dead.


Louis Centofanti:

"I am sick. Very sick. I can not stop watching this girl, I want to her breasts, her butt, I put my face on her belly, and I want to come to her in whenever I want to. I want to become pregnant forever, I want to marry her, I always hug her, walking with her. I want her smile forever, just for me, and I want you to hold me hand, and that I stuck it in his pants every time I want or she wants, and I want to make me yell and scream.
I want you to note. I want to stop watching from afar with binoculars the window of my room, that makes me gasp, it makes me die while I watch undress and take off her makeup, ready to sleep or get dressed and look good, ready for life. You know I would, but I just did not have the courage to go to her, and I'm pleased to have orgasm Pleiadians, who could not count, I can dream and she even knows I exist, I'd do anything for her.
I want. We kill for what I want.
'm sick, yes, but not as you think.
I am a voyeur? Maybe. But it is not my problem.
I said I want to hold her hand. Well, I have no hands.
hug? I can not. I miss her arms as well.
I can forget about me walk, my legs have fallen years ago, as my pea, killed by necrosis and finished on the floor, as a sad reminder. My orgasms are purely intellectual, believe me.
Even if I could never achieve its desire to more innocent, I caress her face. Fell apart years ago. necrotizing fascitis , diosolosa how can I be still alive.
I only have my binoculars on its pedestal, pointing always there for her, and my stool soft now that is my whole world. I would like this body rot completely, crumble, so I could fly from her, instead of sitting here, doing what no one knew to do: dream. "


Talpa

was blind and unbound. Nobody wanted it, and she did not want anyone. It gave time to time to go in certain rooms where the girls went with the girls, and liked to hear the moans, some jerks, and smells that wafted in the air, and then it felt good. Without emotions, but good. He felt sorceress, clever, terrifying and seductive woman. Every now and then made her sniff your fingers, those fingers occasionally crept behind the thick glasses who wore black on the nose, put your fingers into the empty sockets, jagged soft as strange caves, poking, once one of them, touching them, and poured liquid was everywhere, even on her wrinkles, then claims to do again and again. She gave it with a tender smile, but not for long, after a little 'feel the pain. And then the strangest thing: it felt wet. Not there, between her thighs, but right there in your eyes, and was not a contraction that beat inside, the thrill of pleasure?
called The Mole, out there, outside the enclosure, in the cruel and hypocritical world. But there, in her hell forbidden, it was better known as two steps. And all loved it.

Tonight goodnight to all voyeurs ...

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I took a picture of my Ribboncella and me are messy affectionately.

It was the first whim that I wanted to make a tablet that you just installed - just a little something to move the hand with this little thing again. ;)


The little woman who used to be before my "pen tablet" is called Greta Castellani and I would like to thank you here too, because it is a very nice little woman and very talented. :)

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Tomorrow, Saturday, February 12, 2011 AD, opens the forest area of \u200b\u200bthe species Kodama Fronterre Frederick and David Chance Fragale. More suggestions on bloggolo everything nice again which I have already spoken.

Of course, I'll be there.


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The new issue of Frigidaire is scratching for the newstands, stategli him.


Tri
video clips of our beloved A carnivorous plant told me not love me anymore , this is the banner / Posterino we packed. I will be involved in too personally, but I've put on the desktop because I can not take my eyes off her. Charlotte is beautiful to die, and we know it, our carnivorous plant from the hands of Eugene is now my favorite rock star and I love love love the watery end when we dipped everything (with a beautiful original method, but does not tell here, or not this time ...).

me sing and I play them all by myself, you say?
Well, well, maybe, yes. But more
who revere my other friends. Working with them, for me, it's an honor and a joy.
I am fortunate, so much.
Moreover, the idea is the mother of David. But the song, beautiful, inspiring, by Stefano aka Linfante with Sydrojé. Charlotte is beautiful and good, to me the most of the credit for having thought about her (but how could I not do?). The plan is to move and Eugene, below, is David. In short, I have some wonderful friends.
♥

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I added a poll to the right that I will still only open three days.
Help me understand if I am exaggerating with the amount pictures and videos on my blog.
I always load it on the fly, but then I come here very often and, most importantly, I enjoy a connection is usually pretty quick. Does not make me more aware of what is now the average speed of other users ...

Merci à tout le monde!

Net-Eta!

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EDIT

Sorry, but I have to erect an integral part of the post comment pothenteh too cute and I left my sweetest Ribbon (too Tuscany, DE! )

I should like balls FOHO
but even if he went slow
will never ask you to remove something
MAAAAAAAAAAAIIIII

The balls FOHO ?!!!!
But that pretty girl! ♥


But now the survey seems to speak for themselves: my blog, in terms of loading, that's okay. How nice! : D

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EDIT II

Poll closed up fourteen votes, seven say that my blog loads quickly, and seven in the media saying that goes: I keep it so, yeah .
Thanks to all those have contributed.

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Tradition is tradition! / / / Jent Seria too serious! A kind of space

irreparable damage!

... As my aficionados know, Seria Jent has practically become a rite of examination session. Jent
Seria me and that other idiot John (Gianvito) when we give ourselves with touching devotion to the cause of dementia: the peacocks we drunk, we photograph and we arrange it all in popstarre and we do our friendly "air album" ( if you do not know what that means, we received in analogy to "air band "...).

- Johnny, You promised me, come on.
- Eta, what?
- Me You promised! Come on! The rite!
- Ah yes, right! But of course!

traditions must be respected, not!

After a goth album that became a milestone like that, after passing the more stringent hip hop and especially after the first self-titled album that went unsurpassed each label, the other night we landed the dream pop - trip hop .

- age, who hunts and dream pop?!
- the whole thing is a sloppy dusty sbrillucicosa type Cocteau Twins ...
- Ahooochèi. [To give bit like Forrest Gump]

But, unlike other times, damage: this picture is not trash! We are sold! We lost everything we had at the beginning! Betray all our fans!
... A bit 'for canonsuperfiga case we used a web cam instead of the faithful and we started to make up the snobbini fotosciop ... And the result is a picture in which we seem really serious but which makes us sick with laughter, because it seems there really is a melodrama à la Lady Hawke between me and the stupid of lanky Johnny! And we wanted to do the idiots ... Okay '.

'these things I have no dignity just because you post a hardened fan've got it really is that beautiful little guy and unleashed a Ribbon ... : D

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One of the keys to success in 1984 of doublethink, which Orwell insists that at most is its manipulation of language and truth. The doublethink is (at least in part) the separation of language from reality (logic and / or physical).

In Italy there is now an attempt to technically Orwellian regime. A symptom, an ominous sign is the fact that an elected official, a representative of the people can go and lie in parliament, knowing that lying and knowing that others know that he is lying, without this having any significant effect. But no.

The company described 1984 in science fiction and it seems impossible to reach, but its axioms, its base is already among us.

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Mes amis, now no longer just write here.
in several places I had already talked about the kind of space * Fronterre and David C. Frederick Fragale, be ', I could not let me suck, is not it? In my first post
a story Saturday afternoon a few ago, one day that my beloved Axl us wonderfully got guinea pigs for his experiments fluctuating. (You know, we are the best willing victims of the continent, when it comes to stuff floating ...)


* This name in my part is not new: it all comes from that time where my head was swallowed by Perec . I would like to take advantage of it again here to thank those who made it known to me, Valeria. For now only by name. But I think the still nameless. :)

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"A carnivorous plant told me not love me anymore"

is useless, that song has haunted us all.
Cursed Stefano Scrima, whether it is in the guise of songwriting that Linfante below those of its frontman Sydrojé!
That piece has enchanted us.
We listened obsessively.
Once I spent a whole night to listen to it in loop. He had drained his head.
David Su, however, had suffered a creative effect much more interesting. Also because there was that title to crown a song so steeped ... Carnivorous plants were already suggestive material for David. And David knew that they were also to Eugene ... (Some reminded that Audrey 2 and if so, will agree with us that a tribute is due, no?) For my part, being Sydrojé the workshop, my presence was assured. And it was also ensured that of Faith, that Stephen had already made Nails and Fossette , in this case for the side project of The King of the Woods.

... Well, we finally have the honor to present our video! You
a small thing, but I'm really happy with the result.
It's a small thing but I love it.

A video starring

Charlotte Racquet

idea by
David C. Fragale

Directed by
Eta Liparoti Eleanor and Eugene Villani

Photography Federico Fronterre

editing and post-production by
Fronterre Federico, Eleonora Eta Liparoti and David C. Fragale

Snowman designed and built by
Eugenio Villani


A carnivorous plant
told me not love me anymore
Linfante
Sydrojé

Thank you for helping to Marina Brunetti and Chiara Brambati

Gestation is diluted too much, but never mind, this moment is very pregnant: even started a rumor about the first real album de Linfante (after the demo Hispanic Hecho hand something more will come along and Journal), also started to do tam tam, if I like it, and always if you like it, spread the video where you want. Something new coming out from the pot, here moves so much stuff. To be honest, all the names related to this work are boiling hot! :)

One shot and the other, Frederick and his restless camera repeatedly took advantage to steal the soul of our beautiful Carlotta, the result can be found peering on his myspace.

Just send in Charlotte, again, a big thanks for his time: this girl is constantly running from one set to another, but nevertheless attended with his usual overwhelming enthusiasm! Because it's really overwhelming, believe me! (Yes, silhouette inspired by the mysterious beauty and gracefulness, but believe me, I had a good reason when, thirteen thousand years ago, the women give soprannominai! (Carli ..., I love you!) )

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HASH No. 1 has arrived!

This is the official blog.

Mother of the project and the one who takes care of all round, is Xella Greta, with her there Nastassia Oswald. I tried to give my usual overdose of enthusiasm enlisting artists and suggesting a little 'of questions for interviews - and I must say I am very happy with the way I used my energy, because you can give visibility and open a little' head of certain talents that I admire is a real pleasure and these wonderful creatures that populate the first issue are Cristantielli Elisa, Alice Seghetti aka totemic , Marina Brunetti and finally Magdalena Wolan , talented illustrator Polish, on his blog that he even took the English version interview. The steps of translation, by the way, are on Michelle Soledad Gorr, whom I thank here. :) Although I appear in

Hash.


I never made of strips, so much so that this idea came from Greta, not me. At first I was puzzled ... But when I get the idea that you enjoy, be '... I am happy to spend my life in creativity. :)


(Le dedicated to Renato Florindi and David Chance Fragale, who gave me this sense of humor that significantly increases the chances of one of my dreams : the point of death, I have to laugh!
dedicated a bit 'too Federica edged, because it looks a little like Faith' to Bibi ...)

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Before dealing only with gossip, become covered with tattoos horrible that not even a rapper fool and take a slap on television with Sgarbi, Roberto D'Agostino enjoyed even a sign of exciting services for Mr. Fantasy. Exactly how this absurd report on the mysterious Great Conspiracy of Pordenone, one of the most interesting things ever produced in Italy, communications and music. Beyond the (undoubted) underrated groups of artistic value and the strange names like - or only appreciated by connoisseurs - like 001 Cancer, Waalt Diisneey Production, Mess, Sexy Angels and Andy Warhol Banana Technicolor, a comparison with the current paucity almost merciless (silently of course, the monstrosity of the RAI license plate 2011). Because, as they remembered the Tampax, "Pordenone can be London, but London will never be Pordenone" ...