This is one of those nights shy. And so that the labels. There are nights when you do not want to mess with other people. There are nights when you just want to listen to yourself. Anyone else would be too much or it would be inappropriate.
The view out the window shows me a weak and distressed city by the temporary departure from the scene of the sun.
How many lives down there. How many stories, many smiles and many tears. Smiles like that of Hadija. A smile disposed of for cheap. Tears like those of Hadija. Tears that turn into rain does not fall from the sky.
Tonight I want to write. Writing is a cancer for sad as life itself.
live your life thinking about the future: no use, comes too soon. So live it
remembering the past. The past helps us to not make the same mistakes more. Wrong. The past helps us to enter into the equation only on the greater potential of our future error.
concentric circles.
's so I read his life.
beginning a stone was cast in a puddle of dirty water.
When the rays are gone what is left? Only a single stone, hidden by the murky water that reflects different images and discordant.
That's it.
two stones colliding create sparks. But it is only a very small moment. The rest is time.
It is said that people complete. It is said that you can not stand alone. They say, they say. I say
mine. People are irresistibly attracted not to live but to survive. One kills and buries the other in a sweet dance. One die, but both will have a smile on his face.
It is said that in the eyes of a dying man can see God's face
I see it every day, the ruthless, sadistic and feverish face of God
How much punishment for those who can not perceive it. And how much envy for their fleeting happiness.
But we'll talk about the end of the journey.
Who knows what story lies behind this old typewriter. Who knows how many people will have it built.
As if the many threads are attached, as many souls who have had to do.
They do not know, but I have the power to control their past.
destroys this very moment I make unnecessary moments of their past. It 's so intoxicating to have the power to move the wires. I will experience on me tonight.
'll move the threads of the people of this city.
The important thing is that something happens.
It 's like the news. Everyone has a certain number of deaths that can endure. Above that number the alarm.
A suicide bomber blows himself up and kills 100 people. Phew, what a world we live in, and then returns to eat next and follow the news. The internal counter has exceeded the maximum range.
wires are shaken, vibrate for some seconds after stopping.
Now we hear on the street to escape two people who talk about a disaster happened somewhere.
The strings begin to vibrate faster and faster. And abstinence begins.
only cure, come home, turn on the TV and get a dose of disaster.
wires start to stop.
's so stupidly simple life. We live sparks.
Laugh, I'm doing good. I'm moving our LAN. I'm creating sparks.
Laugh, I'm hurting.
Laughing and crying are the exact same sound.
Living and dying have the exact same sound.
help or not, creates exactly the same sound.
The sound comes from vibration, vibrating wire.
The lights are so confused by so many outside of this window.
My room creates the exact same light. Grab my Glock finally
ordnance. It 's time to move the wires of this city.
How will I move? Dozens, hundreds?
How stupid to ask at this moment. My life certainly would not be able to move more in a moment.
So you might as well try. Who said
cha before you die you go over a lifetime? And the guy how he got to say? And 'perhaps returning from the other world?
I suggest a new sentence.
Before dying thoughts are formulated dumber.
I take off the safety.
's so stupidly simple life.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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