I'm sorry to be a drama with legs. Really, I would stop being a drama from time to time, but it is almost inevitable. I guess I have the exaggeration in the veins, but I get along great now that I'm calm after two hours of piano perfect. I had to play to calm down, there is nothing better than sitting down to play and no one bother me until the end to vent my confusion. Wow, are the eleven p.m. and I'm very tired, but I keep writing, playing back to my room (Yes, the keyboard is now my fourth at last!) and think it sausage smell coming through the windows. For a moment I thought that I was cooking something delicious, but everything is a creation of my hungry body, I'll have to settle for yogurt. How sad.
good thing about having the drama implanted in my cerebellum is that everything feels stronger, especially now. The moon is the moon, a book more than a book, a poem more than a sweet poem and more than just sweet. AH! Must be why I'm a fan of the stage and I can not live without acting at least once a year. I look forward to the two works in which we have to participate this year, I think I told you I need to re-stage and screaming, kicking, ACT overall.
My children, I very much regret having to talk nonsense and a half, but something they are called spat small entries. While the writing may be extremely rope or extremely crazy, criticism, unhealthy, "depressing."
Well, I'm going back to my piano, the night is young and I have to use my Saturdays. I have to do a poem for Monday, I can choose whatever, but I prefer a poem to show what is the word for me. I love my purposes
week and I love all of you who have the time (really?) to read these fruits of a madman.
Peace to those who make mistakes and we are happy.
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