Senatus Romanus populusque quem dicunt:
I'm a bit on the border-line.
will miss the little that I will get up one day and I'm going to proclaim to all that very seriously and I left everything I enrolled at Hogwarts. I made the selection with the hat and the hat sent me among the Slytherins in ultimately prove to all of loserz, because as always that great ass of Harry Potter that trumps all. It is not right. Let's talk about justice, we are holding the ball in the Hellenistic rhetoric. We pull out of an old broom closet and let's throw from the balcony believed to have magical powers contrary to common Muggle.
As it is clear that all kinds Nausea a bit lately. I mean, there are certain things you love, those few things that you really love, you put the music, for example. And there begins to creep always some asshole that ruins everything and then starts to make you despise that even your favorite niche, then you know that the germ of testcazzutaggine expands dramatically and one will become three, four, ten, hundred, thousand, hands up! You know, there is a play by Chekhov, The Three Sisters , and one of the protagonists is Vershinin, commander of the battery. Vershinin This is a guy who likes to philosophize, probably so unfulfilled in his life that constantly praising a better future potential, brilliant. He says: "Life is hard. Many of us turns out to be dull and desperate, but one has to recognize that is becoming lighter and lighter and can not be far when the weather will be bright." And while he says it is abandoning the woman he fell in love. You probably know that it is not, as when he said this same woman, some act first, that she should not despair if you and a few others seem to be the only beings with a certain intelligence in the middle of the small provincial reality so petty and mean, because at the time of their disappearance, their, these rare light, not really disappear completely, leaving as a seed, an influence that gradually will spread among the other inhabitants. It is not clear as Vershinin in the first person to believe his own words, but we understand too well how Chekhov does not do it, how deeply convinced of the opposite: that meanness contaminating the purity, as if you were in the midst of fools it slowly becomes too, but never the reverse. Never be a above the norm will prevail over others. They all somehow end up shrink, lose weight in body and spirit without the possibility of redemption.
And that's what happens, Nausea, constant nausea for everything, then it matters little that those works are dated 1900 or so and now we are in 2011, this life is always identical to and the existence itself carries this burden in its intrinsic. Chekhov wrote to us, writes down his life for what it is because they have it, raising their awareness and the only way to try to relieve that burden. Write to us, for us .
no justice, it is clear that there only casually, but you have to create sapersela.
Then I do not know if maybe one day I get really my letter from Hogwarts, but to carry on in the meantime I am engaged to Harrison Potter. Fuck.
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