fingers crossed
Actually I want to see one of my favorite shows on television,'ve been looking forward all week on it, but now I burn spontaneously in such a topic under the nails that I have to write it down immediately. Without a lot of rhetorical ornamentation, is quasi express mail.
What's left but for bacilli for wrong people, people I was going to entitle the worst of the worst insults and vilification if my level would be lower! I'm shocked, sometimes a naked truth kills the bad but also sudden and unadorned. Sometimes I wonder if it is not pleasant living in a bubble of lies and feeling of not-admitting-will, far from the often painful insights. Then I could now at least be comfortable in front of the TV and watch my show, but no - m a soap bubble has already burst a few months ago.
There are people with whom I seriously wonder why God (if any) that gives a right to exist. And I do not now have any color, race or anything else that is to suggest a racist context. If I were the Lord in heaven, I would flip so wrong man against a wall and then destroyed with the thumb press. People, fully one zutexten howl, throw away, kicking, spitting, a pretend the appalling suffering and you have to find out: Man, or is so damn happy in truth. Since it was still really fucked shamelessly in order to put it quite bluntly. The ass you have often ripped for this person could not sleep with worry, she could not forget. From it is nothing but pseudo-depressive Gesülze the most theatrical way, what one believes, of course. Every damn right word is believed. Behind your back and laugh that man. It seems to me, on this issue is something paradoxical.
I'm probably just still too naive. Still too trusting. Still to be approachable for creatures like this. A creature , yes, it is well aimed. Creature, defect, bastard. Call it how you want and forgive me this but strongly derogatory names.
I will before I go to sleep right, pray to God that he pulls out his thumb and presses.
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