In an unpublished book by Jules Verne, named "The wonderful world we live impossible" with a foreword by René "The Resident" who lives on 13th Street and illustrations by Rene Iatba "Ambassador" living in Soho, we conjecture: The thesis of pain in the ass or in French: Le Grand Coup , but this is too fine to be understood, not Jane, Petra and the Cara e 'cricket, these are wiser than the party, but that is still trying to go when what remains is to burn. The fire clean and seal, but not hot lava lava is what makes a volcano erupt as shin teenager.
says - and that there is no doubt he's smart - that Karl Marx was sovereign he had drunk when he invents the story of the proletariat and capitalism, because he was a lawyer and never saw him in Batol and sandals. What is screwed up for those who live near the Guayana Shield, is that 126 years after a string of inept handling bus Line El Pais.
flying cockroaches here, the President came every day to power yesterday, the National Guard play dreidel and the mussels did not stop ball. Here there are no ideas that are opposed to the sewer that is located on the corner and 'birds, but the same miasma of before that smells of mothballs. Everything is more expensive but more and more people buy, is not coffee, sugar, no rice, but the input is more than 4 lucas new to see the tenor. Here policemen are behind bars and the thieves have the keys to the chains. Lina finally is caught, but in a little while when the PEO pledge and ask him who guards his cell: And Lina? Misifú answer: Who is that? Here we make laws as children in the neighborhood and the Constitution is something that seems mud is a year but smells. By the way, with the theme of the Cham are sure to give changazo the monkey! Van ten years - nearly eleven - of dictatorship, but we all go pa 'the beach this Saturday at one o'clock. Here a 27 down to loot to feed the hungry and others because there was no cable television, the 4 was the hit of the non-coup and 11 of those who know nothing of blows, all a pain for those who thought that rats after jumping the boat could not swim or pool. Nobody here knows who was Vinicio Carrera, Buffalo, Barragana and everyone did what they felt like it. In this Caribbean country club or jail if you take dissent, are red or disposable Bolivarian or broken condom, stupid and / or enjoyable. You decide to be but do not know if you see the dawn.
The PTJ is now CICPC, Venezuela now belongs to all of them, ugly as it was before now is revolting and I wonder what the hell makes a collective good.
impossible in the world we live in Verne, Saturday, Sunday or Monday - for TV, radio or telepathy - stool see the alchemist that turns everything into a "lounge" for flies, and the sad thing is that they themselves are wrong.
Suddenly Julio never showed this book to life, because even for him, so much fantasy could be later lie. July pelaste you! but have not yet reached the literature, there is still a lot of lyrics and guachafita.
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