Where the author bored very hard coming back from Memphis
It is obviously no question of interfering with joy. First, because you do mixes with nothing, then because the joy is boring when shared. You know, nothing beats the bitter sneer. Nevertheless, it is difficult to find capacity. Criticize? But there is nothing to criticize non-reason to rejoice is precisely this lack essential: there is nothing to say. Live and screaming prophet End thinks nothing of Obama. Although
. Develop for once. I mean, I'd be really disappointed if you thought I'm the kind of guy pretty superficial. So I explain (in three time, because I was in school).
1) Why does not rejoice?
Because others do. Because a black or white, it's nothing. It means nothing. Because it provides the material to quintals of unnecessary noise (you can imagine, seriously, how long it will eat into analysis, backstage, retrospectives, stories secret?) Because there is nothing new except what exactly is nothing? (Did you see how I overlap my analysis?)
2) Why is everything so boring?
Because everything is written. You do not rejoice? You are part of moaners. You rejoice? You are part of the naive. Obama will disappoint ? We are bored already read these editorials that demonstrate that long since disappointment is that it is precisely equal to the other, which will - inevitably - his biggest win . And if he is murdered? We take for thirty years. Thirty years of commemorations and compulsory figures, thirty years of anniversaries. To explain to his children who he was. Street names and schools. Movies. Theories. Seriously, you know that the most annoying myth Kennedy? So.
3) But what the hell?
Do not think.
I would nevertheless saddened that you think I am part of a kind casual posture throughout the course, so I do not know, seem vaguely intriguing with girls breasts under their opulent wool sweater and thus be able to kiss the way home from Memphis. Distressed
I would be.
Well, not later than two weeks ago, I'm excited for the length of the PSG win at the Velodrome. Le Guen who plays offensive is something other than a black president. The 4-3-3 can have panache.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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Where the author, exhausted, finally admits that he has a small dick
I'll lacked passion, those who presumably do travel. But I have never taken hold of what I imagined as the character, this mix of intolerance and indifference to others applied to itself, and I will laugh at my own jokes, because it is the drama, all built on the need not to love, I'll be approved, celebrated in all things. It is not easy to go against everything. Do not love when you have another disease is relative, you are left in dirty water goëmonées, and frankly much cooler. It must be tidy identity somewhere, give it to loving hands or bury it in the folds of his fat. The other, therefore, continues to support his shots too, are you deaf to the dignity, empathy, waiting for the attention expected beyond the home games. The identity known assayed his shots, she watches and waits for the unsteady forces are balanced. The destructive impulse is not so much an enemy that proclaimed vigilante, often too mannered and contemplative, but ultimately loyal - and patient. Everything else is organized around the gaps to be filled, and for others living. I'm doing surprisingly well, I insist, to my great surprise. I mean, I have some cash homey, the fat bitch Thune and in theaters. It's called civilization. So that the cage becomes big and cover the empty fields of bliss. So paths outside shrink. So the passion is hiding under the mud. So that travel seem futile. Civilization and saves people. Not all, but I guess he must choose sides, Kamarad.
I'll lacked passion, those who presumably do travel. But I have never taken hold of what I imagined as the character, this mix of intolerance and indifference to others applied to itself, and I will laugh at my own jokes, because it is the drama, all built on the need not to love, I'll be approved, celebrated in all things. It is not easy to go against everything. Do not love when you have another disease is relative, you are left in dirty water goëmonées, and frankly much cooler. It must be tidy identity somewhere, give it to loving hands or bury it in the folds of his fat. The other, therefore, continues to support his shots too, are you deaf to the dignity, empathy, waiting for the attention expected beyond the home games. The identity known assayed his shots, she watches and waits for the unsteady forces are balanced. The destructive impulse is not so much an enemy that proclaimed vigilante, often too mannered and contemplative, but ultimately loyal - and patient. Everything else is organized around the gaps to be filled, and for others living. I'm doing surprisingly well, I insist, to my great surprise. I mean, I have some cash homey, the fat bitch Thune and in theaters. It's called civilization. So that the cage becomes big and cover the empty fields of bliss. So paths outside shrink. So the passion is hiding under the mud. So that travel seem futile. Civilization and saves people. Not all, but I guess he must choose sides, Kamarad.
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