She just found out that she had two injections on her shoulder last night. She knew you had come last night... she realised it at two thirty... because last night she put a bandaid on her thumb... you know the one that has a bit of a wound... She hurt herself somehow. A tiny scratch close to her nail... And she couldn`t figure it out why it didn`t heal as quickly at it should have... She realised that some days it was more painful that others. She put bandaids but they wouldn`t help. So she realised that YOU AT NIGHT PRACTICALLY GAVE HER INJECTION ON THE WOUND.
I DON`T...
We know it is not you... It your stooge... Anyway last night she had a bandaid... because it was hurting badly ... obviously the night before you had open the wound and injected your VIAGRA IN THERE. That is why it was so burning.
I don`t....
SHUT UP PORCO GRECO, TRUCIDATORE DI DONNE E AMICO DI POLIZIA, GIUDICI, EDUCATION DEPARTMENT AND TAX OFFICERS.
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As I was saying, at two thirty she realised that her thumb didn`t hurt as yesterday, she looked at it, and realised that the bandaid she put there yesterday was no longer there. During the night, did you take it off yourself by any chance? She knew it didn`t just fall anywhere, because when she made the bed, it was not there. And when she went back to the unit she looked under the bed... hoping that it was only in her mind, that you actually couldn`t come in with your stooges anylonger, but it was not there to be seen... What are you doing with this wound of hers...? Are you injecting it so that you can create some kind of INFECTION? Are you putting in there your INFECTED BLOOD WITH AIDS...? Or do you simply want to make her sick so that she can go to the doctor so that he can prescribe the ILLEGAL MEDICINES THAT YOU NIGHT AFTER NIGHT ARE POURING INTO HER BODY? And then say, "but her doctor prescribed them... here... see we have the prescription."
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And now she felt a puncture in her left shoulder, she undressed herself, placed herself in front of a mirror and saw two injections a black marked one, namely VIAGRA and another one, namely SONNIFERO... TO KEEP HER ASLEEP WHILE YOU WERE DOING ONLY GOD KNOWS WHAT? o excuse me, I forgot I was God.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR How could we? She chained the windows.
She doesn`t know, and she feels helpless. But there are more fingerprints on the same window you entered the night before.... O, not you, YOU BIG HUGE CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT, you come in from the front door. A small tiny little man, climbs the window and opens the door for YOUR ECCELLENCY TO COME IN ALONG WITH THE GENTLE NURSE.
THIS COUNTRY IS COMPOSED OF PIMPS AND MADAMS... THIS COUNTRY IS COMPOSED OF SEX ADDICTS AND SEX PROVIDERS...
THIS COUNTRY IS COMPOSED OF ILLEGALITY, CORRUPTION AND "I HAVE TO WORK, YOU SHOULDN`T" KIND OF PEOPLE. She has DONE NOTHING WRONG AND YOU HAVE PLACED HER ON AN ELECTRIC CHAIR...
A PRAYER invented by ME:
CRY LORD, CRY... CRY YOUR HEART OUT... FOR YOU HAVE BEEN CRUCIFIED ONE SECOND TIME AND ALL OVER AGAIN BY YOUR PEOPLE... THE ONES WHO GO AROUND AND SING O LORD MY GOD AT THE TOP OF THEIR VOICE.
CRY LORD, CRY... AND WITH YOUR TEARS DON`T LIMIT TO WASH SOMEBODY`S FEET... THERE IS NO NEED TO BE HUMBLE ANY LONGER... THERE IS NO NEED FOR YOU TO TEACH...
JUST CRY... AND WITH YOUR TEARS... WASH OUT EVERYTHING... EVEN ME INCLUDED..
MUORE SANSONE CON TUTTI I FILISDEI"
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A message to you Lucifer... Tune in in Beware the Ides of March the story continues, with wonderful flashback... namely starting from when my mother was young and she was fiance happily with a police man... but was snatched away from him by her brother who MADE THE GREAT DECISION that she had to marry my father... - this is the SAGA of my family`s ancestor and present who IMPOSE women to marry who they want because it suits them... and break great LOVE... AND BREAK HEARTS... - still feel like pricking your nipples...? PROSSIMAMENTE SU QUESTO SCHERMO - so keep on using your line that her family wants to marry her to YOU. - PROSSIMAMENTE SU QUESTO SCHERMO - CHI MALE FA MALE ASPETTI...
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