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We are the traveling library of some god boring!

"Go out into the street, walk around, walks into a bar, order a coffee and open the book, and while stirring the sugar, hey how one type the waiter tells the virtues of the woman who has just bought. The environment is bleak. Around a table fixed to the floor with four large bolts, meet three men who seem to have been torturing their girlfriends or wives until recently. "It has to do with my psychic structures that I need to order everything according to what I I believe the correct sequence of scenes and sounds to be as close as possible to oblivion. An order so charmingly simple as closing your eyes and put the mind in clear. An order that makes the world a peaceful and dialogue. (The other is a film not suitable for all stomachs, a carefully staged with some overwhelming trend the video) We are not able to give up what we can not have with the urgency it demands that we desire. It would take many trailers metaphorical of this world to encourage us to open our eyes to the sun fucking April, that it warms our path, bodies and even the most vile thoughts. The great paradox of the future is that, sooner or later, is also going to make a present of shit. (Even though in the background (I have to admit it or not) today optimism invades my veins like a cancer positive) An order that does not remove me time to enjoy a good record, a chapter of the dream sleep and travel safely. One that enabled me time to love and hate (and to do with the necessary intensity) "In the last twenty-four hours this man has dropped two kilos and bordering on insanity on three occasions. His bones cracked, rough sex, its muscular contractions, the desire to be or nothing, waiting. She loves rubbing her achievements mediocrity with absurd as believing that no one would be unattainable. "(Sometimes I have the impression of having aged 40 years in this spot on which I read) a few days Mondays are very rare. The choking sensation is so intense that the best option is to go out in a storm or dropped by the first window to find, high enough so that everyone be successful. (Another possibility is to let our rotting brains go to become small and fetid mounds of fat and feces, while we expect that, "just for today", no meteorite crash high above us) Do not know what I distorts the perception of time if a chemical imbalance or some single-celled organism that builds the logic of their existence in the most devastatingly reproduce possible within me. Mondays are very rare few days. I arises an obligation to flee from the contradictions I stop (or active or passive, does not matter) on Mondays no choice but to let me open my mouth and generate monstrous bile in quantities. I'll just say never had seen a man so grotesquely deformed like that. Too many remnants of poverty and resignation. Next to the obscene, these subjects with their souped-ass women, almost heard her cry animal. I have to vomit. Good day.