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Nightmare I live a Saturday

hear experimental music, close my eyes and feel like I'm floating without hallucinogens. It's been a busy day, though not disappeared from home for the night like last week and has not finished talking about Hitler tongue-tied by exotic fluids. It hurts my limbs because I've raised the bar now not only run in the morning when everything is blue now because I know I train brutally makes me feel good. Who knew that this old turtle with myopia finish exercising, getting up at hours where it is right between the sheets warm bed and listening to music while you seize up the old muscles. The pain will fade with the days, there's nothing like feeling that you break the belly after a good abs, I know what I'm doing, I'm going to die, it was time to start doing something about my health and my psychological wellbeing. Last night I had a
decayed so bad, I admit, I have been reviewing the two poems (If I remember correctly) yesterday and yes, I was critical, I can hardly swallow things forever, never cease to be that person who is gloomy dark days. As I said, depression is gone and now only suffer short arm penalty, nothing to kill me, anything that makes me go back. Gradually

'm trying to close old wounds and past questions. I wish I could see things as clear as in the pictures I took today for my meeting with Ana for her birthday. It is good that we had a happy ending, not only in the animated film we saw in my living room, if not our day in general. The years go by too fast, People change and become better, worse or boringly alike. Just feel that numbness have been sneezing all day.

Here I am, then. Writing a Saturday night in my blog, leaving the film paused so common and cliche potheads and excited teenagers who travel far from the city to be free in their stupidity and end at the home of a brutal psychopath that hangs in hooks. Fortunately I have not even reached the first bloody scene, hardly anyone is shot in the head and it seemed boring, maybe it's cause I dislike violent movies.

live in a world full of real things, I'd rather read life Leatherface in Wikipedia and not watching these films tasteless gringo who enjoys sick people addicted to torture.

not expect to support violence, gore and cyber degeneration, it seems nasty and always will. Tonight

also a friend discovered something sad about their relationship, but curiously not worth invading. Moreover, plans to end all because, as I said before, "hormones have no feelings." What I do think this situation is that at least there is good reason to throw everything out the window into the nearest garbage truck.

Ignore these spitting, sparking melancholy I have from time to time, you know my story, you know that it takes me to swallow unpalatable. Blabla, I digress.

I sleep because tomorrow I have a math homework to do, a hat to buy for cooking muffins on Monday morning and a long way in the world of dreams.

Today my nephew of 12, he had his first quincianero and I could only stay out of breath as she watched him leave as a whole man. I felt old, tired, full of experience lacking in the eyes of my parents.

Good night all.

Hugs Bohemians

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