type that I do not write any more. You know how it works. One day one wakes up, and can no longer write. He has no ideas, do not know about that because basically there's nothing to talk about. And then - always the one who woke up in the phrase of the first - decide to open up the world, see what happens around. But it is useless because it does not happen anything and that little is happening is not at all pleasant. For example, two days ago I made the pork in milk and want to practice as I have even eaten. Now I am two days that I do not feel well and try to speak louder does not resolve the situation (and in more than the neighbors complained). Now if I tell my friends that I'm sick after eating pork (which costs very little plus eh) that immediately put his hand on their S & W and I do not feel at all comfortable. It should create a public opinion more prudent and not afraid that I know for example you can put out a pamphlet in which he explains that eating pork does not die no one (except pork, of course). I eg I have the title of the column infamous history. I tried to follow the policy (that is to say, do not get bored). The fact is that the more onerous problem that currently grips the government is a divorce. Nothing to complain, bitch blade, they are ugly events (I mean the fact that a septuagenarian can copulate with a eighteen year old, and I can only copulate with an auxiliary verb and not even know how to do well) but I have just left with my cold half, and you'll understand, divorce (or sex) is a topic that leaves me shaken. About
shock ... I do not know if you noticed but there was the earthquake of psychosis. I shall be cynical, but are fascinating things. The tragedies, I mean. A plane crashes and people discover the pleasure of the long-haul travel:
-Ma Naples-Barcelona train will not be longish? You're not afraid of the plane?
-I? I enjoy the scenery. Never been afraid of anything
No-you know, because last week the plane crashed ...
-No, I'm not afraid of flying
-And why do you talk about air sweaty palms?
-Look, I have big penis
If there are pirates along the Somali coast for safety, people should not be even more in Riccione. The brave few who try to immerse yourself in the fate swirling waves (which, we go for the sea still do not understand it, means there are more practical for a salt person) carry some shrapnel in the carrier (ok, put it in a costume, which is more consistent wadding and has the advantage of not soften when you go swimming).
And anyway, is pretty darn embarrassing to see the reaction of all those who have only seen the earthquake on TV. In short, as the poet said, are all cacati below. So to exorcise the tectonic forces, in a ritual that aims to preserve the house and the handful of relatives less boring that fate has chosen you hunt rivers euro. It 's a bit the same mechanism to preserve a place in heaven (not necessarily the parterre, even the balcony h) which provides good deeds, do not covet the property of others (it is curious to see how the other woman not part of the stuff, I never understood), mite, and howitzers (only in case of a holy war eh, is that now you stand-bombing mosques and synagogues and churches of other denominations if you excuse me, heretics - and only if there is a holy war, and now there is not). There is closeness in these cases, we all feel the pain of others involved, so involved that we spend all day watching these people suffer. I mean, so I do not even bother us to drink 0.2 to HB after it has been warm. But they send money, every person who dies is an SMS-donation soaked in tears (that is, not who sent him the dead eh, it sends the people affected by the death of others).
Perhaps this is even humanly understandable (maybe even without), but frankly, it sucks (which, we see an unfinished syllogism? You've said you eh ...).
Then, I do not know. There was a crisis. There's still a crisis. The crisis is passing. We are in the shit with this crisis. Honestly I did not even understand the crisis, I just know they're trying to scare me. And they succeed. Maybe because I came enabling it to reach the halfway point for thirty years, I have nothing in hand and that the closest thing in hand is getting a degree in literature ... Well yes, consider it to understand why they can scare me. And I understand why I do not know what to write, why would a bit 'of hope to recover, but will understand if Obama is the hope, he goes - to melanin - that period is black.
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