The unexpected success of the stupid smilies I create with Paintbrush has upset me and made me reflect on what the literary career that I've stitched him perhaps not the best way to my ass hard. Yes, because under 30 should govern. That said, well, I'm glad you like them a lot of my portraits, reminiscent in every way the technique of a child of 4 years struggling with his oral and wax crayons. I am happy that I ask of you these useless doodles so why is not your Facebook profile sad. I am beaming of being able to partner with creative Giulia, when I put my nose tells me "do more straight" because it was for me, for visual deformation, we make it all the hump, like mine. You have no idea what is good about myself. Too bad I'm not a damn illustrator, and then all the good things I do not do anything but make me think "Maybe I should do the Academy." Just the other day I was in the center tanks with Borio, known illustrator, complaining of not being able to vent and make a mad pazzissima in Via Po because I was an artist like her. Then I bought a pair of shoes and the situation has calmed down. I felt better. Letter with Daddy's credit card without guilt beats artist who refuses the money to live in his attic with the crows. I think.
Now I want to thank all those who believed in me and all those who did not believe. But if you want me to do the avatar, offer me a perroquet.
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