I read more, write more,
films have more colors and conversations are tasteless.
The cold only makes me graze. When you push me, my body receives the blow and bends, indolent, under the impact of the shock without really realizing it. Not regain my rhythm, and continue. I further insult these people.
I wanted to kill them before. I turned back and grabbed their arm serving them, the air as possible shrewish " You push me because you think it makes me happy or because you have no common sense? You want me to show you how it feels? I shake them up- and apologize if I go without, you want to know how it feels? "and I left without excuse, then. Because
good. It was about two minutes. Sure they never shoved anyone, at least.
It took me a lot of time these regulations into account.
I explained to the server that there was a good chance he sees his tip to shrinking if I used my coffee after 15 interminable minutes flipping me half on his knees on a table that was deemed unworthy to be cleaned. When a seller
surprised by my refusal to buy a sweater that he had finally made a hole by removing the lock, I asked him if he, he would have bought. I was involved in life, something strong.
If I answered that he was laughing and had to go elsewhere, I took a few minutes, yet, to ask him if he was happy to work like that, not if he thought that 'being kinder, more often he can be loved.
I was in life, while in the middle, drowned, clinging desperately to the idea that in fact, basically, people are inherently good. Necessarily. And he had to try.
For whom I took?
No, it's not the point: it was not over confident in me, in great sage philosopher, scientist in preachy, as I approached the crowd. It was little idiot, convinced that it was false false arch, all this talk of old who was not only regrettable their time but also we predict our own chaotic. Sometimes even they dared them to want us to be laid.
Ca, I was exhausted. And above all, I wanted to prove.
That was their fault. And with a little determination ... everything. That the disrespect they received was up to the bitterness that emerged and saved me from myself, because I let a chance to people.
" Ha! I told you, people are nice, life is beautiful, the war is finished and the water does not wet the old reaction! "
" Nananèreuh , perhaps even a bonus.
I took myself for nothing then. I just took
hope. Hostage, locked in the cellar, and I did not want him to go away, ever, and it becomes real simple. Soon.
I petted every day a little more, not wanting to understand that he did not like the prison that I had made. He had not got all day, wait. Had to disappoint in full, full, full of others. Approximately 6 billion at the time.
http://www.worldometers.info/
And metaphors began bored.
The French teachers did not understand that we prefer to dry their way to write tramps with whom we laughed we took the opportunity to steal coins in the pockets, I was hurting the boys I liked, and y ' always had a documentary where they killed animals just for coats that are like we are rich.
Hope has narrowed its field of action at once.
I came to believe more in the whole world.
I fell asleep thinking that somewhere, they killed a woman. That perhaps we drove up to the vice bury proportion to the seriousness of his crime, thus giving him the opportunity to not prevent the stoning, instead of does not prevent the stoning.
I heard the neighbor who was crying after drinking all his beer. I think sometimes the supermarket, I took my head in my hands when I saw him drop on the treadmill dozens of cans, perhaps hoping that no drinking, and recrossing the next day by buying the same amount . I could not save him.
He was never love anyone.
I was useless. I was
never save anyone. I was wondering
if he bought all the beer because it was useless, too.
And he could not even save himself.
Hope has lent his way to anger, to see. Hey, c'mon, installs you, I've warmed the chair.
anger me exhausted.
Even those who knew me from still does not understand, they said all the time " which is what you mean?? "with lots of question marks in his voice and eyes bulging.
As if I knew myself. The tremolo
their misunderstanding so I crumpled that I ended up not loving them, them, who did not share my rebellion. And that either they have not understood.
I kept my rebellion warm while I cringed, I was furious for a paper thrown on the ground, I took the trouble to explain, I reduced my vocabulary to "back!" For short, I had more enough saliva to explain, and if I had launched into one of these tirades that my adolescence had exclusivity, it would have taken me to tell them how much I hated them for making me someone who began to understand what "the old reaction" told the world about them, myself. It was their fault.
And I've never done because I began to understand that I would not have been able to hear what they would have said: that was the least of their worries.
I understand also that it was all my fault than theirs.
Well, that stuff not very pleasing on the whole.
http://www.worldometers.info/ again, and it has worsened.
Some of my cronies were still cut their forearms to be sure of being alive when I avoided at all costs to dwell on the fact that I felt much less fear of realizing that I was almost dead.
One morning, a teacher of letters had virtually closed the door in his face. In the positive sense, ie, to keep me in the room, not to exclude me.
I had this failure to reach always the last to leave and not further ahead, the few times where I came from. Easy as child's play when, for adults it was blocking half the woman within me in his den. I remember the room no longer had the same smell when one would be left alone.
At least she had one.
- I'm not the kind of moralizing.
- I noticed. But your introduction is still scary. - I never gave advice. Or even orders.
- I would say the opposite ...
-? I have given thee?
- No, I mean, I would say the other way. You never gave orders. Or even advice.
- It is true indeed. But why would I built this phrase in this sense?
- To emphasize how cool you are.
- Do you think I'm cool?
- Got never asked, but how you trap me with your sentences, and the intro that you make a draw ear while pretending that you do not do it ' is better if you make a sentence in the other direction, in my opinion. As it is the opinion of a person cool. Kind. And that neither of morality nor orders. All that stuff.
- I'm not sure that the verb "trap" exists, but I see where you want to come and ...
- ... Oh no! I'm getting nowhere huh. Now or never. It is you who traquenardée in the room to lecture me and give me orders, I have asked for anything.
- Manon ... - ...
- I feel that you are wasting time making them.
Too bad, it's the last thing I wanted to hear. Even if I had done my malignant, so "it made me not, I would not have," I expected it, it makes me and she me. And now she fell into the big sign "Attention drop shots."
- I lose not taken, you see nothing, I let go . You do not get the nuance. As such, you do not deserve to listen to your moral one more second. If it's to tell me not to do it anyway, it's too late. And if it's to tell me it's wrong, then you become a not-cool. And if it's to cheer me ... If it's to support me, your cynicism disgusts me. You're screwed. Traquenardée you alone. Yet I wanted to let you a chance. Seriously.
And as she slammed the door, I see no reason why I, who obviously did show more gumption, I would not have the right to do so, the result, I did, here. In the negative sense. Ie, by excluding it.
Yet she did say something, the reopening, not bitter about my echoing in the corridors.
- You're not one to give up.
I understand it, I did not feel like giving up anything. Maybe my imperceptible shrug of the shoulder has brought to insist.
- You are not disillusioned. You never will.
It made me a peak into the body when she said that. I know exactly where. Surely everywhere, nowhere at once.
-Ha, disillusioned! Super ... It is further necessary that I was deluded, j'vous reported.
I had not yet found she had vouvoyée for the first time.
- You are neither disillusioned nor deluded, you love people, I really think you want to love, and essentially is to try and explain it well, they will agree, again, everyone always wants to be loved.
I slowed down. Not that his words spoke to me, but I know she gave me lots of it, I thought. I had to listen.
- you could tell me to meddle with what concerns me. And yet you want to let me speak because you love me. You should not give up. You must remain a child. You are a wonderful child.
I suddenly realized she was saying "you .
- You have vouvoyée to tell me to stay a kid. You are a great teacher, but seriously, do not you convert to shrink. Because you'd be zero. She had
vouvoyée. I was fucking, adult, responsible, crimson.
I like it now, maybe even try to prevent others to grow.
Giving up ... What an idea. Still I keep records for dancing, partying, order another drink, hailing a taxi or hang me to lots of necks.
I know neither hope nor anger. Envy, sometimes. When they were the right to stay in the bar that closes when I do not. And then right after, I do not care. It's what I know best. Fuck me.
What account? Huh? I wonder when sometimes even between two vodkas. Eh, tell me, you there, what account? Apart from your glass to recommend, to seduce your lady, the other to cheat and jokes of the day, to build good laugh to the meeting.
syntax, it is also true for humor. Some teachers of literature we have at least used to make fun of their mouths in good French, it's always that. I
not cold because I drank and then after I'm too hot because the alcohol goes away but not you and I do not really want you in my bed, or not as long. I talk about anything. I laugh at everything. I begin to live diagonally.
I hurt everywhere.
One day, you meet a friend we had not seen since at least as long as hope. She stayed in a cellar, too, somehow. I walked like that, I know exactly why, moreover, I went not far from where he was, about an hour and I was not even required cold. I had no desire to write or read, the movies, I went over and conversations felt bad breath alcohol or chewing gum polite. People were shivering, I think, I'm not even sure because I could hardly see them as people, so I was struggling to assign human feelings. Stuff that would come from the body, I thought nobody did that.
I was shaken and, anyway, just for a second I told myself that at one time long ago, almost to myself earlier, I was a girl who refused that the shaking.
I told myself at the same time, we deny that upsets do not result assured us that we are not shaking anymore, but still ... refuse may be pushing us to explain that we should not do that, because not to treat people and not even realize that they were necessarily the type who does not appreciate that the shaking, was to be an old skin. And then I told myself that I'm rambling, it also made me lose a lot of time, I had not left my travel card when I was already almost down the stairs of the subway. It's as if I had not thought at all, and that no one had pushed, or when there 's a very long time.
- Manon ?!
Ca rebouscule me, but more gently.
"I went back inside but you like a fury! have you seen her? I did drop my phone and I knew where I was to catch him and I did not hang anything I've pushed and then I thought I recognized you and then it's weird because as you're not returned I thought that it could not be you because for me, you, you would have returned to insult me you see, but it's stupid, I know not why I think that and then I've been watching you anyway and I saw you look up and arrest you and you were like. ... Dunno, slow compared to other people you had thought of something strong, I know, but then I told myself, when I told you not to always face you, but I said 'good it is on it! "
The girl finally breathe. I could most of his tirade, I suffered for it.
- OK OK, but we know?
- Ha ha, I recognize you there.
I think "great, she recognizes me right there while I have not been recognized elsewhere, so it recognizes me twice and I never put it back" but I'm just saying:
- I was in idle, you say?
- It's funny, you know, I always thought we get along some day.
- And that day will come in another life is not it?
- I am a very good mood today. You make me vexeras not, you know.
- Well yes, no, I do not feel elsewhere. But, uh ... I do not understand too much ...
- You were hyper ...
Ok, I understand, she'll tell me about how I was before, tell me about someone else, as I am no longer, and kill me a little more. Ok, we want to finish me. I abdicate. Well, I abdicate. Let this Greluche rant and go to the drugstore to buy lots of Medoc after.
-T 'were super ... Such hyper actually. You have not changed. It's crazy. I
. I just gasped. Because if I changed, so if so, I'm bitter, I love no one, besides yourself you piss me off, I have not got all day.
- You're still the same ...
I think, "as capable of killing you?" And again I say nothing. I understood the lesson.
-Always thoroughly as anything. You're on edge. It is often said.
I know who the "they" decided my mouth, but obviously something else:
you find me on edge?
-Are you kidding? Look at you. All get excited, just like you. It must be super tiring, seriously.
I take in my arms. In, really, as if I wanted a tattoo hug myself. I do not know why I do this, I love him so much, its scent is heady and vulgar, and then, though, she pushed me. I'm tired. I rest a bit on it for a moment.
I look back from time to time. She wanted that one sees me I wanted everything but it was not my cam, and it goes eh, well, maybe I had it out of my hibernation, but it did not know and then she would not understand. Just because I had taken her in my arms that was related to the life and death. Given the number of people I liked to die and I never took her in my arms, this theory does not work.
I not give up, I will not get up again I had about my hips like that, as someone who would reflect in silent film, although exaggerated gestures for people to understand without the lyrics. And without words, my hands on my hips my, I thought "then like that, there's people that love you to die? "
Because I say" you "when I speak.
Y'avait people I loved in burst.
Some pieces do not last long enough and sometimes I throw books, suddenly, quickly, to not finish them. I hide, so I know I still have some happiness somewhere. People, some people would like these books and pieces of songs that remain in the head. And I'd like a child would recover to metaphors, to see if their place is warm enough, yet, so I am not making fun of them more.
Anger and hope had reduced their scope, as expected. Much. Many-many.
It was past them, and me, and some 6 billion to about twenty people. Then, we had realized that there were still dirty laundry in the selection, so we still had reduced and had arrived at a small core of 5.6 elected. Termination of true beauty.
I was excluded from the world because I decided to keep me away, maybe. I would not hate it but it was better to protect myself, it seemed.
And here, like this, I realized in my meter 60 that I still had the same anger and always the same hope, and I put one potentially and necessarily the other poor sods in the 5.6 .
If those fail me here if I expected my bad shot, I'll probably buy so many cans of beer a live tiger stoning would give me neither hot nor cold, like when the seasons were no temperature or control over the body that lived longer.
I had done the girl.
And raised his arms too high.
If anything, I was intact.
But those I loved, it could not be otherwise: they were the world, the great, they would save themselves and help me do it. They had always 5.6 Victims which they hung their naivete cynic like me. And so on. It would work.
And even if they were not numerous, they were big, very big, almost too big for my little arms finally too short.
-maispastrop-
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