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Compared

I do not want to die. Not now. Not here. At least I would not be murdered. The risk in this Our beautiful country is in being in the house Ris every two hours to collect new and interesting tests, with their beautiful white overalls for years and years continue to come into your house, announcing the breakthrough. And then the journalists from home, to interview even your goldfish, poor thing, if not responding "definitely hiding something." The headlines in the newspapers, your worst picture, maybe one in costume at sea so much that you hate or one in which I still had red hair. We are the only country where if you kill a family member or friend, you will rush to find an agent. You become famous on the blood of those much-ballyhooed love. Well, I do not want to die in order to contribute to the success of disco nights some pseudo-friend! And then my life ... talk about my sexual tastes of the time I have seen hugging a friend (and from here rivers of ink on my alleged lesbian) or dirty jokes (a perverse, of course!) Question persons profess to be friends for a lifetime (and perhaps the immense pain which led to write a letter to tear the newspaper in their life that I have never even written a greetings card for Christmas!) or cousins \u200b\u200bwho pretend to be intimate and that, to prove it, draw a picture of us on the computer. We will analyze the books I read (and since my reading of the last period would, surely they are affiliated with any gang Mafia), the music I listen to (Vasco, so that definitely do drugs!), SMS on mobile. I put a special on television, would go to research my fellow asylum; resurrect from my past fights or tell silly for that one time I pulled a slap someone. Traded my love for children as the beginning of a latent pedophilia and my attraction to the lights as phallic fixation. I already see them myself psychologists with pastel-colored sweater to devote treated and studies. Read between the lines of this blog things that do not exist, interpret, study, invent. That's why I do not want to die. I'm afraid of death but I fear even more of what it entails. Who's dead can not defend themselves. They can not do Meredith, Samuel, Desiree, everyone seems to know all your life and we never even met. I want to live because it is the only way I have because my life is not tarnished. The living deserve respect. I also dead silent.

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Life should be lived to the contrary.
For a start you should start dying and so
Tricca and draw the trauma is beautiful and exceeded.
Then you wake up in a hospital bed and appreciate the fact that you go
improving day by day.
Then you resign because you are good and the first thing you do is go in
mail to collect retirement and enjoy it to the fullest.
Over time, your strength increases,
your body improves, the wrinkles disappear.
Then start working on the first day and they give you a gold watch.
work forty years until you're so young to be exploited properly
retirement from working life.
Then go to party in party, drink, play with friends,
without any obligations and responsibilities as long as six babies.
When you're small enough, you stick in a place that by now you

know very well ... The last nine months will walk you float serene and peaceful,
heated in a place with room service and much love,
no one will break the embankments.
And, finally, leave this world in an orgasm.

Woody Allen

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Reset the conspiracy of Cati-day strike Lina

not conspire. I do not have no plan in place for or against someone. It is not only due to lack of time, desire, courage, cunning, memory, and even why, to be honest, I did not, in my life, never found someone so interesting or worth against detestable conspiracy, just do not have means . I lack the tools to conspire. I never sided with or against someone simply because they did others, and to devise plans against someone, it is necessary that at least someone is indigestible or dropping serve to keep him standing over you. Ultimately, I never dared pitfalls not because I am a good person, but because they are objective. Mistake, more than a few times. And many times (not all, I confess) I declare to be wrong, but I want you to be given the opportunity to say what led me astray. Then, of course, what's done is done and I regret and I apologize. But a mistake, I think I fulfill systematically to conspire against someone, well, what offends me greatly. I'm too stupid to plot and too little interested in my way of what happened to the others. And I struggle to relate to me not against those who screams in the face of its truth or my mistakes, but against those who think that I wasted my time to weave some kind of canvas. I regret not being a good writer. I'm sorry not to have enough material to put on this pseudo-thriller. To err is human and to persevere is diabolical, someone said. See the rotten even where there is, perhaps, it is equally ....