... the problem of the stories you read in novels and you also see on the screen is that they are shit. The 'source of the problem is the lack of realism. Realism. Have you ever stopped to think that every story, however absurd, has its own reason for being? An inner order? The world does not work as mica. The world does not work for reasons of being and internal orders. If abbandonaste to himself, would plunge the world you live in the most absolute mess. It would be so even for the world where you live. Everything tends to disorder, is a law of nature. Take yourself for example. You live. It 's a fact. You can not deny it. Nevertheless, it is not unusual. Compared to what happens in thousands of other galaxies and hundreds of thousands of other planets, nothing is more unlikely and statistically improbable that you live. Say it like it is, you should not be alive. On the other hand, it is very likely that you do not you see it the same way because you are the kind of people capable of thinking that they have every right to be alive. This makes you suspicious, as well as improbable and unlikely. There is indeed something more than suspicion of improbability that claim rights? Why would you live?, I wonder. What can you do, you, in this world, with your will to live? Because they give you to disturb the general chaos? What you have in mind? What is your plan? You must admit that to consider the question with a bit of realism, with a bit of realism that is true, there's not much you can trust. You want to be free, aspire to happiness, you do not even know what to look for. Things you can not have, you know very well that things could never have. But not only. You refuse as well. In the sense that you refuse yourself. Act against your interest. We do not panic, dates and nuts, are you able to fuck up everything for nothing. And since you are also hopeless morons, like blind moles and stubborn mules, make sure to give a semblance of rule. You rely on inventions that are not in heaven or on earth. Abstract stuff that was never seen in nature. Laws, rule of law, constitutional order. Codes of conduct and moral codes. Common sense and meaning. The market economy.
A look here, look alike, more or less, to a girl for some time that goes around the streets of the country complaining that this world is a madhouse and that can not be real. Maybe some of you will ever meet. Usually wears a shirt that strange geometries fluorescent colors, a skirt to carnal sin, and a small ankle right ankle. Always has an air scoglionata or distracted, as appropriate. He has brown hair silky translucent, eyes of the snake and the deer and a body that hovers. Does not go unnoticed. The type that if you see her, fall in love like nothing. His name is called ... ... is obviously not able to say how you really call what this reality nor from which it claims to be surfaced at. Do not you remember most. Just remember to have thrown away everything that has ever been. As you can see there is every reason to assert that his nature is very much akin to madness. Perhaps it is a kind of alien from outer space fall, who knows. Crazy alien or it may be, the fact remains that the similarities you, and you know why? Why has thrown herself to the wind fear of fading into the habit of a normal life, would not become an unhappy woman with protruding veins in the legs, the hips are heavy and the regret of not being crazy enough when he was still young and could. Because he wanted a life exciting, different. Because you only live once. For your will to live fuck. He wanted a different life now and complain about losing the one he had. He wanted to run away from home and now crying because they do not know how to come back. Your spitting image. Never that something does go wrong. When will you tell us that the Karma must be taken for what it is? Why learn to walk on when to go across the lake you can take a comfortable boat? You believe not to be like her ... you think you are people with a head on his shoulders. Believe. But in reality you are just like her. You are not you. You should not even be alive, let alone if you are.
... oh yes .. and always on her, one she any one that she might be you, fuck do I know ... well certainly not my am0 her that with all my being and hovering above even at this moment ... but ... she was probably one of those girls who fall in love with those who do not love them, those connoisseurs of the female who can only worthy of a look when they have abused or give the bitch ? And she had never broken my heart to someone? He hated the accident that touched her armpits? He kept a diary? She liked to do weird tricks or was instead an incurable romantic which eluded all of hand because he spent a life dream? And if he was a dreamer, dreaming of what? To be as small as a bacterium or to live a simple life like sex, drugs and rock & roll? And speaking of guys, she was like? An aspiring depressed or solar-type? What was his status in the world? He believed in the work? He felt made? He had ambitions, or enough to stay behind the desk of an office? It was a maneater freelance? Model, full-time cashier or bitch? What more saddened? The zoo or circus animals? Distances or phone bills? The narrow-mindedness or canaries cage? The things I did not know or understand those too? The people or parking meters? All or nothing? And what was he doing in your spare time? How much he loved the unexpected moments of silence? He had never stuck a vibrator in her pussy? How many times he had fucked? How many had fucked? Who gave it the first time? At what age? And how old she now? It was his mother? It was his father? He had never molested? What made her lose her head? A beautiful voice? The sweet nothings? The smell of sweat? A kiss on the neck at the right time? Scars? The strange places? The skinheads? Players of frisbee? And since the scombussolavano those five days per month when she had to bleed? And as for the disorientated life as a whole in the days when nothing special about the image of herself that she happened to meet was staring at her reflection in a window with a look full of unknowns?
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