Westjet Pilot Cover Letter

Flumarro

Durante i giorni di prigionia avevamo con noi alcune copie di un autore estremamente intenso: Marro Flucidi. Detto anche Flumarro dagli amici più intimi, tra i quali Persolino ed Eluanotta, nella sua narrativa riesce a esprimere dei concetti al confine tra l'astratto e il magnifico. (a cura di Upo Upi)

"Non sia mai sassolegno dove possa l'eterno stellauro" così, cantava quasi, nei "racconti di un bosco infinito" pubblicato the beginning in the twenties. His style was associated with the current sostantivoplus, because of this ability to extend words, doubling and extended in meaning. But he has always taken away from any kind of labeling, being able to create his own world perhaps aa little reproducible. Who knows what might have written if he had not yet been stripped of its life, in the spring of '38, when he had the courage to criticize the prince Ghaullo. An excerpt of the book "Prince G" (Edizioni Spenser - 1953), where it appears, in a game of metaphysics, an incredible suspension of words.
"(....) but then do not pass the vecchiarde stubbornness, because if the rules are sgabellofanti then we must equip clubs with canine or change your consciences mordive farms with swords manna. (...) G. Prince, you're a man. G. Prince, the kind you put in mammalupamadre that in fencing, first stepped into prostitution and then broke the lungs corrugated timber with disabilities. "

Moschip 9835 Vista Driver

The genius of The Onion will continue to exist!


We boldly proclaim that the entire editorial staff has escaped easily from prison. Only 7 months after that sensational gags that have both very good close. Unable to pay the big fine we have allowed the imprisonment of 30 years. But now we're back with you. Life in prison is not enough and more so we decided to go. After several attempts, we realized that the best way to get out of this hell was to remain motionless. Every time we went into the yard for air time or lunch break, we all remain perfectly still, without speaking to anyone, not even among ourselves. Even when we reported in the cells, always absolute silence and immobility. After a few months we have noticed that our prensenza now no longer existed. A few days ago during a basketball game in a hellishly hot and agitated among the prisoners, we decided to move and at regular intervals of 10 seconds we headed toward the exit gate. We have raised the latch, which fortunately was not locked, and we slunk away. The editors at large has

decided so that the onion must continue to provide information that no one dares to give you. Fresh news every day or two. A TIP summer to see if they look good if fresh occchi not withered. As the fish Cipolla also have eyes to see the world. But above all, like onion, you can browse to cry.

Greetings from the entire editorial staff at large.