Sunday, August 23, 2009

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Sometimes I wish I could remember exactly the feelings of those moments where I got a genuine love for learning how to react in a better way when it happens. Scare, flat flowers, I think ghosts and unnecessary burdens, so my excuse feeding personality and surviving another day.
But I guess so I chose to live at first, and then served as a programmer, custom, almost a reflex, like dodge an object - never gave me easy - or perhaps did not choose, was a set of facts that made me go one way for a road that at this point there are no more intersections, adventures or singing, there is nothing in fact, a dusty floor, memories, black and white, fades.

There's something I want to be sure, but I'm not, this may be one of the most frustrating situations while liberating life can exist in the mine at least, as being the jester class have imagined that one day the most beautiful girl in the room, so any fun just to build character, or pass yourself off as ignorant just to see how far a person can treat an idiot, and then, at best, show some humility with a clever phrase.
Only now, right now, I finished my purposes, jokes, costumes and memorable phrases, I've narrowed it down a kernel of corn or rice, I have narrowed my members, I have become tiny , molecule floating in an area whose shape is imperceptible to me. Amputate my fingers, just to get another perspective on things, and I have not got anything until today, although I fear it is too early to score results. The only thing I can be sure is that I am not in any place, or am I at all sites, but not one at a time and right time, and what can be harmful when it occurs, is that we have no starting point for the things you really want to be and create a part, form, love, only we split a piece to everybody without thinking, like giving away a toronto to any stranger on the street, just for the joy of giving it away, then forget that it had that idea at first, remember the mother feeling of the act.

finally, I have the flu and I want chocolate ...
goodbye.

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