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Nostalgia

Tonight 's I dreamed, I have to admit that I miss. It's not so strange when you've got a feeling so strong for one person is normal that if I miss when not there. In the dream
hated me for what I did. It was full of resentment towards me and when you wake up this left me a little 'bitter.
I tried to trace it to the old msn, or facebook, but it was impossible.
's sad when you have the knowledge that a person is hopelessly lost. I wanted to talk to her, maybe to apologize, ask how her life now. I still have to confess that despite all his things. But apparently you can not, and do not even know if it is right to try to contact you. Indent
powerfully in his life, when maybe they are a chapter that has tried to forget and most likely succeed. Farewell
back then: (

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sometimes happens that you are surrounded by stories who may not have thickness, and often are not even that.
you ever get interested in someone and not sure if this is true or an interest in fighting the boredom of living single.
older I get, the more I realize that I do not see us in the guise of the single.
Sure, you're okay I'm okay though, I do not know, it's almost a feeling of boredom. Not having anyone to give something more.

But then I think about it honestly and the famous "charm of courtship" I was a bit 'tired, often given the results.
That is, the "game" as defined by Max in the song that you see above, that is really the candle?
All this courtship, the pleasure that comes when the interest we see in return, going out in two, the atmosphere of intimacy that is created, then that privacy is an end in itself since most of the time the story is not really such.
I do not want to participate in these games, courtship, the fake lack of interest, not the call to wait and see if she calls or vice versa. This stupid race that will be created between two people.

What balls.

Right now I'm not going to just be honest. I do not want to clothe a label to get a story that is ultimately an end in itself and "never gives you something more than a cold emptiness."

I raise my cup, I drink to those who still want to make fun of others and themselves, throw everything down in one gulp and leave you to your games of seduction

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Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that she's gone!
This is no joke,
Nor is it a fantasy.

Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that she's gone!
As we deceive, Tom, they are still all alive

while we always look the other way.

I wanted to tell you many things ...
perhaps the most important do not remember!
I wanted to have loved ...
but it's so late now! Tom
Tell me more ...
Tell me more ...
Tell me something.

Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that she's gone!
This is no joke,
Nor is it a fantasy.

Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that he's gone away ... forever!
As we deceive, Tom, they are still all alive

while we always look the other way.

I wanted to tell you many things ...
perhaps the most important do not remember.
I wanted to have loved you,
but it's so late now! Tom
Tell me more ...
Tell me more ...
Say something!

But no matter ...
that's not why I'm calling you ...
I wanted to tell you ...
I wanted to tell you I love you!

Sing a song, do not forget anymore!
Sing a song, have you ever ...
always with me!

Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that she's gone!

One of these days I will do it well done!

Did you hear about Tom?
Tom that she's gone! Forever
As we deceive, Tom, they are still all alive

while we always look the other way.

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MY COSTUME THIS YEAR WILL BE ......... so cool if a little 'arranged ......

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The Doors - People are Strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're
strange No one Remembers your name

When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange



When you're strange Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange No one Remembers your


name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange




People are strange when you're a foreigner.
The faces look at you disgusted when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're not well liked.
Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange, faces come out
rain.
When you're strange,
no one remembers your name.

When you're strange. When you're
srtano.
When you're strange.

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The death of the body of a suicide letter



something at the end of the body dies.
The body of words, nothing but air between two holes, as he said Carmelo Bene. Different module does not change the state of things, if you do not accidentally or for a short time. The dialogue is not the hypnosis that would be, but fart.
died on free will, choice delayed until the collapse becomes obligation.
die gestures of life, drowned in full of words and replaced by the act "by force" by the gesture "I do" by the gesture "I had no choice, or act purely participatory cigarette, drink or vote .
dies the body of the project, as soon as it builds and falls caught in the meshes of the dumbed down the meaning of those who look distracted and bored with life.
Die object of art, too many authors and gorged repetitive exhausted in the act of killing a bit of boredom 'at a time, they will die too.
Stop worrying about polar bears, worried about you, all this will outlive us how life survives the virus. Dead
creating healthy and creative use of objects. The ergonomics, man became nanny to serve and was beaten to death by a turbo-global and unforgiving.
objects that vibrate out of the body want to get in there waiting for the era of cybersimbionti, there is assimilating technology. The prosthesis is the most coveted gift for the debut, it improves, it makes us more beautiful, you tank, fire retardant, it survives.
god died on television, killed by his son, the monitor. Is
home computer is WHERE?
No, Home is Where the porn is free.
dies the thrill of the (remote) command, sacrificed ecstasy can be virtually anywhere, the act begins final corruption of the physical body, man loses his ability to interpret (albeit briefly) the space and time.
Die intellectual process, reinstupidimento human and artificial intelligence. Crazy memory dies after being kidnapped and segregated. The last time I saw it was out of the brain, was found lifeless in the mounting. By dint of recording, registering and overwrite, you will only see around most empty-headed and hard disk full.
died doing the real actor, the doer, is the machine the printer, the press.
died on common sense, the world's population doubled in forty years.
died on the planet, life is the cancer that devours it.
died physics, the idea of \u200b\u200bus dies in the middle of all the documentaries on the area speak of energy, fuel and exploitation of resources, but not if they have found life at all, and basically, our fellows are not interested , we want to consume more, expand, reproduce, destroy all a bit 'at a time.
died on way to feel unique and special, but that was enough to move to Tokyo.
dying crushed in the space agency and the frail body of the old job, pact between the kings and popes, daily abuse justified by noble effort and willed by God weir the chimera of social emancipation, he falls like a donkey on stage, closes so the curtain of the old theater the poor, beggars ahead with the new, disguised as the poor rich, the bourgeois mimesis you save lives. No more makeup, costume, sweat, no endless tests, repeated late debut centuries, deference, servility and gratitude. Pretend it is the essence of modern life.
dies the body of religion, such as whiskey was good and old, but the old and the distilled, drunk with their spiritual supremacy, went crazy and started having children.
dies comparison, has not held up. The whiskey there, promises simpler things of God, and keeps them.
died asphyxiated by the network, the objectivity of the information. Everything is true and it is also true, all experienced of all, everything is available, but the quest for truth has become more mediated and monitor the objectivity of the result is strongly influenced by the subjectivity of researchers. If it's written somewhere is true, if it brings money is true, if it is real fast. The people's right to show you that sends you a link.
died of infection, the dialogue is viral, the thread does not exist, the aim is to speak more than the other (with) to win, subdue, no longer understand and grow.
Die culture, they had forgotten her, have not fed, years ago it was a beautiful lady and still scopabile, faded and wrinkled like a hag, died alone in a house filled newspapers. Some substances contained in printing inks, combined gases of putrefaction, they mummified. Will always remain so, the old world of thanks, stoned young people continue to dance to the rhythm of a pneumatic drill in the usual abandoned factory. Death
mercy and compassion, killed by indifference. Nobody feels anything, narrow escape, if the individual feels the community is shaken.
committed suicide the moral vacuum of crushed to be confused with moralism.
died philosophy, was a beautiful brunette with giant boobs and smiling. Spira exhausted by a wistful sadness that resembles that of those who were abroad among people who speak languages \u200b\u200bother than their own, a sadness that had lasted a long time.
Die commitment, with his youngest children, crushed by the trucks on the road of individuality. Will never get someone down here to read more?