- See how he smiles in this picture: you would have never said that he would commit suicide?
- apparently knew a fake smile in front of a camera
- It 's easy if you're forced to pretend in front of your entire life
- already ...
Music on air: Nirvana - In Bloom
Click Save Draft again and I think if you can break a key of a software . The touch several times with his finger, leaving the impression colorful 60s style on the monitor. I do not want to think that a little 'I'll have to find money for a new monitor or an eye. I think I have a fever. Are no longer the beautiful child of the mother, then the thermometer can look me in an even more salacious, but here I did not measures the temperature. No. fever is gone. The headache as well. I look at the Drafts folder and that is still there. Is filling. I do not know what the limit of a folder of software, but I'm going to touch it. Not with your finger (with the touch buttons), but with all the proofs that I'm saving. Last night I dreamed morning to update the blog and then, when I woke up three hours later, I said, "And I'm the blog's update! We even managed Something! "But I'm not something, I am answered. Check if something has really updated the site. [Click on Save Draft]
Twenty minutes later I'm back to looking at sketches. I wonder why it has become so hard to write post something decent. The historian of the blog suggests that you are not then been so many months since you wrote something that would pick up her pussy. Maybe it's that. Maybe now you have too much. Or maybe you should stop with all that porn Or maybe they are distractions. Too many. As the new cell or the various social networks. About ... [Click on Save Draft]
E 'that just do not know what to write. When you have a blog whose topic is in the title then what's left is the style with which you write the post you publish. And if you do not have it yet and you're inadequate in the face to the audience then you find yourself find any excuse to get up from your desk. Maybe I should write about anything, maybe the middle finger. Maybe I should use to me now. In fact go to the bathroom. [Click on Save Draft]
I have the new cell and read entire blog post, and so, without eating them with eyes like I did before. They are the white noise of my eyes. I do not think, I flow with my finger and think of the paragraphs on the key that is being filled. And here I was waiting for the moment, one where they are inspired, one in which words become phrases, and finally published ... even have time to wash your hands PUFF, I'm gone, in some other publications owned by a guy who may not even know what a blog be. Maybe it's the distance between the toilet and the chair of the desk? Too many distractions in the six meters. Or maybe it's the inconvenience of a throne of ceramics compared to that of a reclining chair with arms' because everybody knows that the writing and creativity is hard work and sweat, especially strong in case of diarrhea? I do not know, I just know that I write these things and I have more verve than once. [Click on Save Draft]
The solution was obvious: write from the toilet! This time I click on the Publish button and I think you will not consume more than the Save Draft.
Ole!
Music on air: Funki Porcini - Back Home
Exterior night, the first day of the year.
A flock of birds takes flight for diabetics to me.
Seeking an umbrella.
Vaseline I only made by 2010.
... not start raining.
C averaged.
[for the rest of the year]
Music on air: Buena Vista Social Club - Chan Chan
