a Friday more on a weekend either. The great revolution will begin @ s excited beings are at their lockers where they find the uniforms that give them value for fierce fight, and fall on their shoulders the leather jackets, and slide on their bodies Eskorbuto T-shirts and "ANARKIA and cold beer."
is time start a battle against the rotten oppressive system, the state of shit and fucking capitalism. And cigars alight on the lips, the smile comes quickly Malisia, start the swing and swagger, is part of the fight. The terror of the people who refuse to cross his path is clear sign that the battle is well presented, it is time to throw a couple of slogans to the wind: "I shit on God" - exclaims a @ - "I hate my HOMELAND "- says beyond. Have to show your bad looks, bad attitude, his anger, because that is rebellion! What's more, alcohol rivers begin to flow through his veins, hysterical screams emerge from their throats, their eyes glazed harass the enemy, hiding today after pijiason nebula. The battle is at its maximum height, then displayed the drugs, the show is complete. The battle is tough, especially on this side.
Drugs are a raw fuel in which the cross would be doomed to failure. Drugs and freedom, yes, all that this repressive system can not handle. The state is not advisable to take drugs. "Self-cultivation" someone shouts, tod @ s applaud the happy idea. Beyond the more and can not be cast into the ground to vomit. Then lie on your pillow vomiting and stinking juices to rest before returning to the load.
The first casualties, the enemy is powerful, no doubt. Air bottles, broken glass, a Tod @ s laugh and still drinking and smoking shit. Someone yells from a window. It is an old woman who threatens to call the police. The cries are now directed towards her, an old bitch who does not want to have fun healthy youth. An old sell insurance to the other side. "Plate" someone yells. Tod @ s agree. Continuing the battle with redoubled energy. The enemy must be shitting in my pants, tonight is terrible. Seeing the street full of bottles, glasses and sleeping bodies from vomiting, a @ is aware that the world will have to change tomorrow. The battle continued into the early morning hours, when tod @ s are removed from the front to home, tired @ s, maread @ s, but comforting vomilad @ s @ s for winning another battle with the enemy. The desired social change will surely come after this battle. A fairer world starts today.
The place of the contest has been littered with bottles, cigarette butts and stinky alcohol spilled on the floor. The old woman before leaving her house, has a face, it seems that there slept all night. When walking down the sidewalk almost fell to the ground by stepping on a bottle. Addresses his work, must work on Sundays, yes. Is very old, yes. But he still has strength to use the broom and dustpan. Keep walking wearily of suddenly stops at some writing on the wall, "drink and fight," proclaims this airy, "fighting social injustice," reads below. The old lady is still one minute, then arch your back backwards and bursts into laughter. He laughs until his eyes fill with tears. He was still laughing when she rounded the corner.
