the shame
Sometimes I wonder why I suck if I end up screwing up. The drink is not bad, that you can replicate alcoholics. Well, I am not an alcoholic ... but definitely what I have not ever taken drugs, it has given me more than the alcohol. Smear, escapism, irreverence and high doses of humor.
So far very good, I tell you all, Chiquilines veneer and redwood. So far so good, I agree actually. But you know what happens. What ????? ¿¿¿¿¿ paaaaaaaaaaaaasa That I have forgotten the glasses of alcohol, the ingenuity of a good friend, the good will of men willing, even, my lords, the most playful replica of the minstrel who was always proud of it ... because today I have been everything off muddy.
I've gone from being a pretty crazy a painful torment in hell. A sick child a psychopath and unhappy. Yes, yes, exactly as the idiot you do a few months as they can be criticized in a little article of this my pantry pink, having been thrown on top of the battery in the way I played macanudo artie party meeting.
See? do you think gentle reader, I swear that this comparison of adolescent beard skamúsico lost, I've been this weekend as I do not know, the latest version of Tula Rodriguez indignant whining, or anything else that ... as the most impoverished babbler and squeeze so much pain, so much pain that gives the porridge for their actions.
In so doing, do not let cheat friend, Dante friend who loves to give kisses and tell you that you have marked time memories with your fabulous friends ... Dante same with 68 or more glasses of toxic concoctions you could easily move their confessions of crazy but good-natured affection, the same time, very easily can miss the truth, tell you he loves you and loves you very easily when in fact it one hour could envy you in silence, speak pestecitas of you behind your back or just ignore you. Here is the menu, there are several options to choose from. You put it on the table, courtesy of the house. Do not believe, eye to this barbaric lover Rolling Stones when I spoke in favor of morals or bristles if anyone calls into question the value that always thought he had fought. Honesty.
Honesty the founder of this blog, now you can go to hell it is he made a bad combination of spirits, and even more so if I am visiting my beloved White City. The city now looks to me more, the boiler lager that every year I renew my most heinous fears.
I have not banished yet, I have not stopped looking yet certain passages of my initial journey, no doubt, they still can have a general pandemic me. My vanity is almost certainly turn into anger if I feel that you admire or look at me, or I talk to a good face. Yes friend, the truth that if your not for my compliment .. may remove the drawer my disguise of 'cock male' and you do the 'stop' hitting you a slap on the eggs. In the testes. With toooooooodas the law to be labeled as well as sick, as queer. And of course, as I'm so stiff, unbreakable extraordinarily fateful and caricaturizante my dream, surely insult you more, I ask you to come and hit me if something bothers me, supposedly with heroism you cry (to you and all) that nobody touches me, you're a fool to undervalued, leaving aside the rich and wanting to make this asshole if he wanted right now would be signing an autograph for your minor child. And with that same chaos hastalashuevas, now feeling invincible, armed astaloshuesos of elegance and glamor of RockAndRoll, go from table to table roceando largest beer to school. Those who never knew who I was, and now I will see the face for the first time and will have (or unwilling) to rise to my parameters. Here the rules that I put them. The one true prince who since birth has been Mariano Melgar be ground. I feel it in veins, thin. Is what I mean, I'm not crazy, not too much to ask you to vacate my seat.
asshole already. They, the new Arequipa, the Mahatma manganzones of 2000, or 4500 does not tolerate Ad Libitum maniobrita nicagando my feeling stupid and just sprinkled, will stand at their seats to tell me my life.
You see, I'm giving it the Broer permission to tell me my life without even knowing me. You put it recontra easy. Can not you see?.
And of course, as they always pass the two angels who care for me (my two grandmothers) plus 3 angels who have always rescue detachment, as has become customary, this kind of problems (my 3 best friends ), will do everything in its power to not end the night in a clinic room hurt, or maybe "better off" in my parents and some effective security, wanting babble between my unconscious which was exactly what led me to make tremendous mess.
I have set excessive amounts of the Sea (pisco and beer) for my most horrible fears Socapa. You see, my lack of tact is notorious for deriving the best starts in my worst traumas. Why do I have to always fall on the same destructive conflict? , Why do I have to always think the people who did not care a damn, that who really loves me and I do this? (Yule, siblings, friends, Daggi ... forgive me).
know, Dante ad nauseum ... that your city never were a prophet. "Y. .... taaaaaaaaaaan is necessary to be a prophet to feel good?
a moral hangover, is what I have. Another slut vacation in which I must return with wounds of place I love most. After having gone so well ...... And caraaaaaaajo apologize at all costs because I realized that I did everything astalperno.
RENATO FORGIVENESS, YES YOU WAS A hypocrite.
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