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I've got my indignation but I'm also (in my thoughts)

touch me, you know, start the story I started last year, the soap operas and all, but, of course, I do not have the strength. I do not know if it's because I was a little drunk last night and I had to look after people more drunk than me, I do not know if it's because on Sunday "morning" everything seems to be on standby if I do not know why panic. Panic! and feeble. Nice match.

you realize, it was five and a half hours at night and I was wearing the ugly yellow rubber gloves and some cabbage in the hands of detergent used to clean the machine and it was really a good time to think about my soap opera. I also sent to clean up all the saints in heaven if there was one, especially if it is full of flowering trees and happy people.

Sad sometimes only as hell .

Nice dream.

is not sadness, moods unpacked, no nothing. Panic own. I'm afraid that we can try that thing only once in a lifetime, just once, I do not know if this is so, but I am afraid it is. Barry White, the dancing ceases. I'm afraid that we can try once and then you can not let it go, you can not throw in the garbage as the now tainted with yellow rubber gloves. But then it's not even just that, I fear that in life there are things so great, some of these aspirations and, behold, there are just nothing. So it's useless, no?! Totally unnecessary and a bit disgusting and I do not know how to survive. In fact, I do not know how to live without having to survive.

I mean, where magic? Lord, hey, give me a little bit of magic!

Show me the way out of my chair to the stage.

"Screw Rocket. Screw ya '" (cited above)

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