Laid. ép. and then I thought: why not write a little something new? is a bit 'not verbalize it properly. and phenomena, even within, there I was, on closer inspection, in recent times.
the theme of the evening is "vanity and frustration."
four days are in training at a company which deals with tricks, eschatology, scatology, boxes, scotomata, cars, motorcycles, overcooked, ointments, shots, sheets potatoes, biscuits. the truth is that I am not clear what it deals with the company, I admit. perhaps even in this Brancolo bruolo. but the term itself, company, which bothers me. in any language. when there is half of a company, before the whole there is a color, a font, a logo, a material and even a smell. if there are any faces are always or almost always sides with shit.
I look in the mirror and see the shower curtain, the toilet tiles, and, if approximate the fire, the fossil footprints of drops of water, or traces of dried toothpaste mixed with saliva. just behind us I am, to pretend nothing happened?, his hair is already a very long lap of the ear. Millimeter is a nuisance, if it were cm would be acceptable. my face is not shit. knows to be, if necessary, but that's what sucks.
there is a phrase that I like to say: "everyone has the intelligence it deserves."
is a paradox of mine, perhaps, but has its own logic, or at least: I could argue with a wide range of empirical evidence, but I should mention people and situations, and is not the time. what is time?
there is a time to mourn the limits of its processor, and a time for dirtying the collar of jujube. a time to go fishing and a time for the dough to the oven for breakfast. there is a time for fireflies and a time for cigarettes. a time for cigarettes and tobacco to be a time to rotate. There is a time to do shit on purpose and a time to do shit by mistake, a time to have her ass and a time to do things a certain way.
tomorrow afternoon will file a tough week and hateful.
