And now let's all pause a moment.
breathe and close our eyes.
The world now appears before us as a daily routine of school-tasks-chat on msn-up cazzeggiano faccialibro-based drink mojito (alcoholics to moderate age of 18 years ... at 7 pm!) and all over again on Saturday night waiting to explode and make something bad out of the ordinary ... that the search for abnormalities of the weekend is something taken for granted .. "newspaper".
Then I propose a general detachment from it all, turn up the music in your room the most likely to drown the screams of your mother or neighbor who curse you. But
Choose something you like very much, the song of the series for which you would die, what is your life, you will be charged and to live according to just sit in a chair in the middle of nowhere.
detached from reality take a break and think about yourself.
But only you, no cocks and decks give you any discomfort or paranoia ... None
the head, it
guys, it
friends, teachers will
assholes or parents, even more assholes.
Not at all.
Only you.
Good. We
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WHAT MAKES ME ALL VOLUME IN THIS MOMENT:
Mmmmmm ... this should be an excellent technique, is not it?
At least in one way or another, you go out from the mundane reality for at least 5 minutes and this is already so much, believe me.
But no, we continue to run after escaping life as if it were in any moment and we want to do too many things at once and in the end, we enjoy nothing.
Alright "live every day of your life as if it were the last" but ... Ladies "take it easy!" , Please ...
But you noticed?
will be that these days I'm living them completely estranged from the world and civil society, I feel like an amoeba at 11.05 down in the yard to smoke and then his Lucky bona, back step by step until lla its class.
be, but this morning as usual I went down in my backyard and after 5 minutes I was there in my seat and I thought of my cock (very polite today, I must say ... as you can see that life is going from god, is it?)
I realized that there is enormous uproar ... A real acoustics pollution that occurs every single day (except holidays) at the Liceo Classico Michelangelo ... crazy.
I found myself with my ears clogged with a strong buzz of voices that hung over one another and tried to prevail on all ... An annoying buzz like a hive full of ants to the utmost of its ability, that it is almost broke.
least 700 teenagers who flock to 90 mt / q and talk talk talk ... move your jaw and emit sounds.
Within 15 minutes of probation we pack into a second cage dgrogarci of words poor and inconclusive, lined up and brought out from the mouth as if nothing had happened, without giving too much importance, without listening to what we say, let alone , listen to what they have to say in response to our stakeholders.
Where are we now?
In the 5th canto of Dante's purgatory, where every soul tries to talk to Dante quickly and without losing too time?
HELP.
I want a break, stop with this egocentric talkative, zittitevi.
catch your breath and turn off those cigarettes that make you come here to just cancer ... or talk or you enjoy your cigarette.
The world is still where you left it after a break, even after 20 seconds of pure apnea.
not beat it.
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