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Words, words, words and silence

My words hurt. I've been told many, many times. I know use them to describe heaven, but I know just as well to manipulate uncover the Inferno. I use it. Besides, the words should be used to this: a tool for conversation, will make himself understood, darts of anger, flakes of love. And how I want to use, when I want. The handpiece, turnaround, plasma, choose and meditate. No words of mine is never the case. It is always the result of a choice, a thought, the flicker of emotion of the moment. And so are often an advantage because the fine speeches bewitch, captivate, seduce, make them feel important, special, sometimes even embarrassed. But when I get so many troubles Do not pull out the universal truth, for goodness sake. Just my truth, my thoughts. Being skilled in using the language and groped while being terribly honest two things are not easy to manage. Because I can also choose the best words in the world, those who seem (apparently, as a mirror for allodole probabilmente) meno taglienti, ma il senso rimane. Eppure, mi chiedo, se le mie parole riescono ad avere così peso, se in un senso o nell’altro sono capaci di toccare certe corde, allora non è forse anche un po’colpa di chi le ascolta? Non è forse vero che se gran parte di ciò che dicessi fosse del tutto sbagliato, insensato o fuori luogo, chi mi sta di fronte non si sentirebbe né così speciale né così deluso? Qualche tempo fa qualcuno mi disse che la gente non vuole vederla la verità, che qualche volta preferisce far finta che non esista ed è per questo che il mio mostrarla ferisce enormemente. Disse letteralmente:”Non tutti sono pronti ad accettarla la verità”. Aveva ragione. But no truth falls from the sky. So I can forget to talk about it, but if you ask me I can not remain silent. Truth and freedom are not synonymous. And no honest relationship can arise between two people who are behind the desire not to hurt. One must strive to be objective and frank with themselves Hardly anyone knowingly hurt someone is stupid and he thinks he can trust only those who do not ever contradict. Or maybe no, not stupid at all. Surely, however, is not a friend.

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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