Last year
If anything breaks the sovereign balls is to explain the obvious. For professional reasons I had to, perhaps, for too long. In a place where every day is filled spaces between ads with official gazettes, news
pseudo Thursday, October 23, 2008
sponsors, news about life on Ganymede and chupaditas 
of ass to power shift, the obvious explanation is essential,
if one is to inform. The issue is that in a city of 130,000 inhabitants, it is likely that much of the population hairdressers -illiterate, pundits, insurance salesmen, garcas of various coats and all respective families, "
of ass to power shift, the obvious explanation is essential, if one is to inform. The issue is that in a city of 130,000 inhabitants, it is likely that much of the population hairdressers -illiterate, pundits, insurance salesmen, garcas of various coats and all respective families, "
obvious explanation could lead to hostility, almost always unknowingly, with half of those who believe and know that never crossed more than three words.
talking about it. The other day I met occasionally with one of the many bureaucrats small-town politics, a guy who 20 years ago lives in the folds of the municipality, claiming to make you work a couple of hours a day, "that me talking to an acquaintance he feels entitled to say: - Ehh,
because you hit a little more tothe corner, eh? And I will stop writing nonsense about us? (type laburar in local hcd) ... Among give the reason with a gesture indifferent or ignore it, I decided to start telling-perhaps in a somewhat raised, " he was talking to the only asshole that 10 years ago are encouraged to report to" the corner "and that does not preclude also can deal with other things ... but then, I got tired before you finish the sentence ... The obvious thing is indescribable, except among the idiots ...
I went over with a chariot and rose, until at last he was seized with a steamroller ....
As the type and not rise again,
saw that was right, that this was a loose?"
This poem speaks well of our condition human. I think the guy if he had raised, but I was tired of making the piece of paper. This is what happens.
With journalism something strange happens ...
If you get together with the mercenaries, if you do not enchastrás with filth,
despite that manage to have as many readers,
influence then you're a crazy loose and dangerous ... The problem is that madness, as the sugar in the warehouse of my grandmother, only sold loose. And happiness too.
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