Virtue Theory Rosalind Hursthouse
Friccico bladder, widespread nervousness, life flowing in streams. All around us I run inside and fuck. My words are the wind in the wind. Lazy like me and many sit sometimes in the wrong places, and pigiano hard. I wonder why the bike pulls [1 °, 2 °, right-hander, 3 °, left-hander pulled tight and short of breath and close down the square, in the 4th full turn and step towards' s aqueduct Roman bricks thick closer] precisely when a Bengali so tired through really stupid? The questions and answers are often just too much to cover mental blowjobs biggest question without any answers. And there's only full blow to the heart, muscle response that precedes consciousness, say [brake wire nailed, 4 ° 3 ° 2 °, dangerously widen the rope, hundredths of a second, but held back and go sculetta] .
"Ah fool!" scream. Who? It is only the adrenaline in my chest and arms, legs trembling, cold sweat and temples. Why run? If only answer is to take time, to linger a little longer. So worse than ever, the long avenue of elevated roads and kickbacks, between parked cars and taxis m'incuneo tightening of joint all night arrow in hand. Ah! If I were fire, or slingshot. [4 °, 3 °, all in full on the left leg and ass off] .
My real eyes are wide open and focused. Things parade and I'm still. Observe the world that gets to me. 
Boccioni - absolute motion and relative motion
Friccico bladder, widespread nervousness, life flowing in streams. All around us I run inside and fuck. My words are the wind in the wind. Lazy like me and many sit sometimes in the wrong places, and pigiano hard. I wonder why the bike pulls [1 °, 2 °, right-hander, 3 °, left-hander pulled tight and short of breath and close down the square, in the 4th full turn and step towards' s aqueduct Roman bricks thick closer] precisely when a Bengali so tired through really stupid? The questions and answers are often just too much to cover mental blowjobs biggest question without any answers. And there's only full blow to the heart, muscle response that precedes consciousness, say [brake wire nailed, 4 ° 3 ° 2 °, dangerously widen the rope, hundredths of a second, but held back and go sculetta] . "Ah fool!" scream. Who? It is only the adrenaline in my chest and arms, legs trembling, cold sweat and temples. Why run? If only answer is to take time, to linger a little longer. So worse than ever, the long avenue of elevated roads and kickbacks, between parked cars and taxis m'incuneo tightening of joint all night arrow in hand. Ah! If I were fire, or slingshot. [4 °, 3 °, all in full on the left leg and ass off] . My real eyes are wide open and focused. Things parade and I'm still. Observe the world that gets to me. 
Boccioni - absolute motion and relative motion 
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