Since the web log is made of writers and commentators, it is obvious that sooner or later they will find themselves influenced each other. It 's so that sometimes the compiler feels compelled to say some shit. So we begin the rant today: If
in its initial phase this blog was really a virtual diary where wiggled my personal anecdote seasoning it with colorful flights of fancy to the sky, slowly became a popular meeting place for little empty attend a demonstration of my fucking grammar school. Now
not misinterpreted, I say "fuck" just to look a little bit more rebellious than objectively is. And even those that seem to diminish the flights remain a true expression of the IM, which I appreciate and agree with (such as those that are not just for the sake of being nasty to go around complaining and maybe commit suicide and the dirty sidewalks of blood ): I rather despise in this way, maybe even laugh at you. The point is that in criticizing myself m'illudo identify those same flaws common to young people "shit" on duty time. Youth is in fact always shit for those who speak around: as different from the previous year and then direct to unpredictable weather (bearer of new fears, that people want to do without), as REMAINING with "dangerous" and subject matter perennial suspicion that the children want to succeed their fathers prematurely, not giving them a way to supplement their shit (I'm older and have a right of first refusal, by God!) because, finally, plain living for young people themselves, which often feel "squeezed in the dark dungeons of their time" and that sort of rubbish here. At this point I could improvise a sonnet, what do you think? Let's make a beautiful sonnet on youth:
you shit they say that youth is
In the most re-read essays and kicking stages
But when you fall you get tired
AND subject only answer, harmless, low prose
already stale already see in the clouds The new world of obedience
The old feeling adventurous, I feel the same,
Gondolier novelty that appeared unto thee
Fatale and necessary: \u200b\u200bDANGER!
"not be allowed to offset the illustrious
thorn in this latter abject whimsical game"
Dicon guarding the infinite
hawks to forge the sharp hard
Road in a few of us that we can.
Ale, just to prove that the legacy sqolastica.
Someone could read between the regenerated so far put forth a strong vein prospettante desecrating a cynical and pessimistic at the same time confidence in a bright future.
And why, you ask, there is still this duality of positions relative to life?
A sensible response would be that I'm a fool to miss one week of age who has never had to pay a bill. This is the main reason, if you thought you were right. Constatanto in fact an inevitable decline in general, continue to weigh, as the candidate, that what happens to me can not be the best possible. If something I'm not going to act to change it, then allowing me to give to understand that acting individually as well do good to others.
In fact what you wrote is completely deluded convintone of his stories. Its formula has worked for now. It is not known whether it was a simple "Culu cagau" (large fortune, in Italian) or an actual efficiency of the style applied uncaring. What is certain is that the writer recently had in mind a sentence perfectly on consistency, which promptly forgotten
why I intend to leave open the question of consistency until I can not remember what deck I decided to write, and soon conclude the post without even recheck the rocket I threw it down. I hope I never meet a confident your lasso disappointed.
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