I conceived a few years ago, as a common repository. Where stacked, disorderly and objectionable criterion aesthetically different things circling around your home and on his head, things I needed to place them together somewhere, least easily find that loss of a good time. The premise: Semen est retentum venenum . I thought, putting his thoughts out of it useless, cleaning his immediate environment items collected over the years, losing sight of its unbearable drawings, notes and readings recurrent (I'll concede that you can not take a healthy day rereading Schopenhauer with breakfast), could give rise to The New . I wanted to live, driving himself all he wanted to die. And fantasized, almost like a child with a virus, which he called Shannon (for the character of the novel by Palahniuk ), which is in virtual devour each of my entries and dream did not cost anything, those of some of my colleagues.
The truth is that the worm never came. The worms will eat worms but not shit. Then he realized, ironically, what I meant the Shannon of Palahniuk with it that prevents you flee not get on with your life and since that revelation, the idea that gives me life, which inflates my virtual space, yet powerful, capable of becoming more real than reality itself (And see!), Was monstrously mutated. Trust me. Began to be reflected in this mirror, to recognize, share, slowly, the image with others, to accept comments from those other on the image of an image of himself, interested in the comments (or Copernicus or Darwin nor Freud distinguished doctor could erode their ego as much as could an asshole with a phrase here and a friend who never read us), and forgive him for his foolish vanity, came to give such value to the image , on occasion, I surprised him masturbating while watching. Alienated, the operator is inclined (if you had a cock I would have sucked) before creation.
(Sorry but you'll know it that can not write more than a way similar to him) .
The wheel continued to rotate, the deformed monster, and he blamed me, me! its presumption, as if it were possible from a place like this someone with questionable abilities to do something that looks like art. There is no place here for artistic creation, my friend. Neither will be. Not for you. But this should not sadden or discourage. The awareness of such a reality can serve to focus again. For the wheel full circle to return, why not?, Now that nothing left to show no one to show, with the founding principle. A simple and primitive idea, but no less noble, I gave birth. Back to the past. But a new past, updated.
You see how desperate I am. no longer serve stacking garbage and the tango is ... Never before was the victim of such neglect and indifference. Never saw him so deep in their thoughts and obsessions inconclusive, that loneliness is impossible, still dead facebook, we need a school for the hearing, which has not yet learned to love, which 'give me something is exactly what it seems' , which by the way of lying is that it comes to happiness that naive those who, like him, thought it was the truth which was the salvation that 'dare not live by poetry' that 'who think they're males, but affirm their masculinity having homosexual relations, although are symbolic ', if Messi is enduring because it puts the body in front, and again a song Iorio, as the downstairs neighbor, that hurts the ego, that live on the edge is for a few, it is better to live numb reality, we need a school for the hearing that Rembrandt box not know what else lurks as seen in a movie, and look again and again millions of pictures , but this time the full picture hey, with all its details, that the cat does not stop taking their zeal to sleep outside and then comes, gentle, and the dish of milk and beef, he thinks he saw Thomas Pynchon walking Corrientes who has the fastest sperm, to be healthy in a sick world is being a little sick, that 'does not find out your husband or your wife know' , which etymologically 'two' and 'questions ' have almost the same origin, we have to accept the indefinite future, or rather overdetermined.
At first I assumed that my leaving was a temporary suspension of the accounts was necessary for more integrated with the world. But the situation, you see, is much more serious and complex. Today, for example, walked all day with the story that they confirmed the existence of fair countervailing force. Cree that, indeed, have an archenemy. A guy with strengths and weaknesses, like any other, but is at the opposite end of the spectrum and that he alone is negligible. He looks weak. He says he will not stop getting sick from the powers of the villain.
Finally, join me, readers and visitors missing in my prayer: it is necessary for the good of both, you loosen a bit with the abstractions and see the practical possibilities in front. Such fell into the well by looking at the stars. Do not forget. I think if you have not pressed the button of true repentance is because it is a hope. And that's why I play this last card. Come on, since the poverty blogger I beg you, and then re-make up your own! I can not live without you much longer.
The truth is that the worm never came. The worms will eat worms but not shit. Then he realized, ironically, what I meant the Shannon of Palahniuk with it that prevents you flee not get on with your life and since that revelation, the idea that gives me life, which inflates my virtual space, yet powerful, capable of becoming more real than reality itself (And see!), Was monstrously mutated. Trust me. Began to be reflected in this mirror, to recognize, share, slowly, the image with others, to accept comments from those other on the image of an image of himself, interested in the comments (or Copernicus or Darwin nor Freud distinguished doctor could erode their ego as much as could an asshole with a phrase here and a friend who never read us), and forgive him for his foolish vanity, came to give such value to the image , on occasion, I surprised him masturbating while watching. Alienated, the operator is inclined (if you had a cock I would have sucked) before creation.
(Sorry but you'll know it that can not write more than a way similar to him) .
The wheel continued to rotate, the deformed monster, and he blamed me, me! its presumption, as if it were possible from a place like this someone with questionable abilities to do something that looks like art. There is no place here for artistic creation, my friend. Neither will be. Not for you. But this should not sadden or discourage. The awareness of such a reality can serve to focus again. For the wheel full circle to return, why not?, Now that nothing left to show no one to show, with the founding principle. A simple and primitive idea, but no less noble, I gave birth. Back to the past. But a new past, updated.
You see how desperate I am. no longer serve stacking garbage and the tango is ... Never before was the victim of such neglect and indifference. Never saw him so deep in their thoughts and obsessions inconclusive, that loneliness is impossible, still dead facebook, we need a school for the hearing, which has not yet learned to love, which 'give me something is exactly what it seems' , which by the way of lying is that it comes to happiness that naive those who, like him, thought it was the truth which was the salvation that 'dare not live by poetry' that 'who think they're males, but affirm their masculinity having homosexual relations, although are symbolic ', if Messi is enduring because it puts the body in front, and again a song Iorio, as the downstairs neighbor, that hurts the ego, that live on the edge is for a few, it is better to live numb reality, we need a school for the hearing that Rembrandt box not know what else lurks as seen in a movie, and look again and again millions of pictures , but this time the full picture hey, with all its details, that the cat does not stop taking their zeal to sleep outside and then comes, gentle, and the dish of milk and beef, he thinks he saw Thomas Pynchon walking Corrientes who has the fastest sperm, to be healthy in a sick world is being a little sick, that 'does not find out your husband or your wife know' , which etymologically 'two' and 'questions ' have almost the same origin, we have to accept the indefinite future, or rather overdetermined.
At first I assumed that my leaving was a temporary suspension of the accounts was necessary for more integrated with the world. But the situation, you see, is much more serious and complex. Today, for example, walked all day with the story that they confirmed the existence of fair countervailing force. Cree that, indeed, have an archenemy. A guy with strengths and weaknesses, like any other, but is at the opposite end of the spectrum and that he alone is negligible. He looks weak. He says he will not stop getting sick from the powers of the villain.
Finally, join me, readers and visitors missing in my prayer: it is necessary for the good of both, you loosen a bit with the abstractions and see the practical possibilities in front. Such fell into the well by looking at the stars. Do not forget. I think if you have not pressed the button of true repentance is because it is a hope. And that's why I play this last card. Come on, since the poverty blogger I beg you, and then re-make up your own! I can not live without you much longer.
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