time was a foolish, lying to the feet I was suffocating, crowded streets of marches and counter-punched my little awareness about the work parapolitical, psychosocial, petrochemical and nuclear physicist. I just wanted to belong to a restful life came equipped with smoke, a chef anyone who has read the manual Acurio and clear to you with each of your excesses ...
For the various social theories he had read, not my status quo of Crazy vanal sinned. We had hoped that afternoon with all my might, was what he had longed for another week and a year ago and from ten to reduce my excited children, were not you, of course, but came from my father, seasoning my mother and the spirit Saint of the excesses and made me company.
they are probably as good parents, they gave me hedonism. Virginia, the fifth neighbor is responsible for my onanism. At a certain stage of life all the responsibilities are transferable, and lighten the baggage of this great journey that has not yet ended. Nobody wants to reach old age or loading errors committed many sins, old age and is a cruel sentence itself for recharging of unwholesome thoughts. Whatever they say the advocates of eternal life, optimistic Botox and liposuction, your mobility is hindered, your memory is reduced and some people treat you with a suspected respect. Fuck you! say the father of all vices, by the way my legitimate maker, followed by an accurate shot, would sentence: and as the countdown begins, but lewd .
The kids probably own a false experience, guardians of the "good life" the most incredulous give advice. It is impossible to fight against our nature, but this should be our reason to exist, it is impossible to escape the human tediously and start worrying about such care of our parents. It is impossible that everything can not prove to be treatable material to final today.
For these reasons, sharp fangs before death came yesterday played the voice of a writer, carefully worded my last day of life in this rambunctious show, is that I got up early (a approximately noon) stretched every joint in my body (at the time of levarme, of course) I went to the kitchen where I prepared (well actually pressed a couple buttons) and had breakfast a delicious recipe Acurio, accompanied by a formidable Château Petrus. I read the first two pages of the newspaper, the recipe of the day, the horoscope, some another notice and obituaries. I left home on that bike you'll never use and crossing the first block I made the worst of the plays, the most fatal if there is any worse, which led me to this desktop, which drafted the final pleasure of irrational emotions nice, probably unhappy for the world.
