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Friday, October 8, 2010
It's like no matter the path taken, there would always be machines with which his little toe would crash. It's like the itch that can never be scratching like brandy than satisfies.
Basically, the machine is always the same. Exceeds reforms, demolitions and even changes and migrations. On a spring night, when least expected - in fact, if you believe in the ultimate emancipation of the little finger - the machine comes back and shakes all convictions, brings back the same pain felt decades ago as if the whole effort was in vain as if all the built nothing more than abstract house of cards.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Mystery
Two warehouses followed in my account. From an agency that is in the Conde de Bonfim, Tijuca. Little more than 100 real at all. Who was it?
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Fundamental randomness
Today I felt like while I was thinking about going back to my addiction to therapy. Not because they want someone to sort my feelings and my recent follies, I'm fine with them. though they are so weird. It's a shame that when I have an answer to my psychologist, has no more interest in spending my money to visit her. It's just one sentence: you can not reduce human relationships to a mercantilism affections. You can not stop hoping that relations are better than one-swapping, one-take give-. Today I would not let you convince me that they are. I hope one day you realize this, and also his patient: lose that hope is to systematize and lose hope in life itself.
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the dark air
down the coal spiral
land for white