<<... Why this time will serve half of communication that has impact on city , who the fuck you realize if we do another job?!
Yes, goes well, tomorrow morning we gloat Nations Act that "even the Miche is now occupied." You know will be big news! Guys, reason is the 'self-management we need this year, with enriched flashmob and sit-in any fucking thing that allows us to highlight our school, we can bring out the eyes of citizens, who make headlines ....."
and trembling.
was shaking like a leaf.
trembled when he heard all the interventions of the other kids, squeezed into that hole in the courtyard waiting for someone to scream at the microphone ... then Michelangiolo is busy .... " to roll up the next cigarette and think about who would take care to make a social dinner that evening.
trembled when he stood up and yelled for the microphone.
It also trembled as he tried to figure out if there was sound.
ended up screaming in the all black perforated ball, handed the microphone and lit a cigarette, remembering that the time had come to breathe.
Yes, it was forgotten for those three minutes in which he was angry and shouted across the crowd.
So, while waiting to get home in coach, while the nausea from hunger rose in my throat, looked back to adrenaline that had given only to an intervention meeting and realized he was very much leading passively his days studying and closing his eyes from time to time, to find themselves in an idyllic world where everything was the most pleasant and went for the "right" way.
If you could not move from the static situation when it was over, the physical and moral situation in which it fell again at least he would have expected that if everything ended by becoming like the small hole which had fallen for 'Once again, without resorting to his daily drug called dream.
He thought that in the end Christopher Nolan failed to bring that essence on film that has now been a year and a half oozed from all his writings on the blog, always the constant and inescapable magic of dreams, desire that leads you to drugs and almost overcomes you with its smoke as long as they lose touch with reality. More went on to write this post and the more he realized that the film showed exactly and clearly what that she had tried to express to any reader of passage for most of 18 months ....
got home prepared lunch and appliances on the kitchen table. This time nothing TV on, for once I wanted to hear what they said his thoughts.
was tired of illness, yet most tired of having a tax blinders so as to deaden the pain I had inside.
ate in silence at the kitchen table and attentive began to listen about her feelings.
It was as if he were giving oxygen to his head for too long closed to the outside world not to allow dreams deal with reality, and the result was that the words began to turn in a circle, whirling so that every thought that we had lost him once before another because he was impatient to wait and cast out the old one.
What a great chaos.
He did not know more where to start ....
was finished eating and the attempted dall'accendere TV , the ocean of words were nothing but confusion in her head and she had a moment of need peace and order .
But he managed to give up.
But only desisted because I find something better to do ..... He fell on the couch and closed his eyes. And he did so his daily snorted a white powder, what we call dreams but could not fall asleep because all the dreams you had just before oxygenated, fast out of his head were splattered and were found opposite the Royal, the father of reality, which in its deadly air and commanding them had crushed all concomitantly with a poor stamping of feet. In five minutes his empire of cardboard was dissolved by a bucket of water had washed away the color and soften the glue revealing a structure of litter and wire miserable and worthless for months and months had been the object of his dreams, the objects she more loved and cherished.
All illusion, well, vanished.
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