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I closed out the storm

Almost forgot the password to get into my blog. I do not even sounds funny to tell the truth since it gives birth to little or nothing this time. The balls are often like the mood on the ground, fortunately this time the sound of the world is a comfort to me, obviously sarcastic and not too successful. Read the newspaper lately is how the hand sink in a container filled with needles, watching tv is less bearable a vomited after a hangover. It does not happen to hear more success stories and when it happens it always smells like a fairy tale or legend, I usually plug my ears with music, with the eyes ' xbox the mouth with a cane but is a bit' of time that seems to have less need for a good story to tell, I've got: it starts with a kiss, and continues with messages, looks, great days, fight, film, smiles, card games and caresses before departure. I do not see the end of the story and smile even more, so long the first thing nice ...

Can You Walk After You Get Your Cherry Popped?

Alpha and Omega

I hear only silence around to me as when I asleep. Should be passed more than 200 years since the day that the weather sucked and even though it makes little sense he had a great influence on my decision. I asleep or hibernating better simply because tired of being what I was on the ground.
There is a planet, they said, where everything is possible. A planet where you just have an idea of \u200b\u200bthe result it appears instantly front of you. A planet where there is no time. A planet where the good times never end.
Come on, I said, what have I to lose?
still remember that phrase, that tight-lipped, almost anesthetized before falling asleep where there are no dreams.
I try to move up, I'm already two hours I'm awake but I find it hard to contract the muscles, raise my head slightly and I see nothing. Two more hours and are finally standing up.
I have a suit on him splitting his ass, I admit, but a fucking helmet that suffocates me, I remove him, and finally a bit 'of something that looks like air enters the lungs. The ship is empty and I'm just in space, took me an hour to figure out what a trip into space for years and most importantly without any goal.
not write logbooks or try to restore coordinated or contact with intelligent forms , to there. I will travel until eyes will be tired of looking at the stars so close and most important thing I will do alone, like when you are born or die

Large Hazy Ring In The Sky Around The Moon

Before the storm we always expect the silence but I feel anything but than that.
Newspapers and television stations who smoke, melt microphones, bullshit things and people that sweep like rivers of mud in Sicily. I am not afraid and this makes me afraid, I'm tired, not disappointed. Why then should I be? You know, you know, they said, they say. Sketch a smile when I see the news quake victims who thanked the direct or indirect responsibility of their tragedies. I'm dying inside thinking about what we became, we put in all including me because this is still my country and I know that I'll have another no. The event
was fine, I'm not the guy who applauds convinced, I'm the one who listens in silence, sometimes judgmental, reflect, and hopefully soon collapses. Actually fuck the people who were I circumnavigated the event, not seen or heard, but I like to see people. Those who instead of doing anything else were there with those signs, those with physical problems but the stick and under the sun, those with the drums, those with smile, non-violent ones which would take very little to be happy, healthy life in a country. Until recently I could give a damn, just think about himself and people close to you, never stop trusting in men.
Now look. Expect everything collapses, I think we are close and I think more and more I hope. The funny thing is that most of the country will not see them either, you bury the dead, are celebrated funerals, ceremonies and promises are made.
"So far so good" ...