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... and some other nights, however,

you care because whatever life is as it should be. The only exception is it (not the fuel, but to be) dark force (Here comes again the fuel) that causes evil thoughts, eruptions of mind, who smear the fluid extracorporeal conscience of others, because my hopes for a flood of water from the tap, that furtive infiltrates under the door leading to a tragic drowning.

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... if the foot goes down, while the brain continues to go (which will not happen often!) Other than filings tagliunghia iron and steel, the roar that would emerge from the bowels out after years of dark alone would be enough .... yes, but enough for what? and especially to whom? me? you? Mr. or Maalox?

... if I stop to think, if you blind me in a room for an infinite time and infinite ways I tried to give reasons for their choice, I'm sure you will not find. The ego that he can not tell himself. E 'grave. It means to be fragmented, not there, or maybe there but to be removed, the break down of evolution. Of course a little later than average but more profound.

Exit the wrong place and take the first door you encounter is not a great idea, nor is it liberating, but there are people who do it and I, modestly, I did it!

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Some nights

of those hot sticky that you are unable to sleep much, like tonight.
and I think once a day, and you wonder once again: "Who made me do?"
would be a great thing, in seven hours, go in there with a 45 and hey presto, best in the Midwest, it ends immediately canalecinque on the parodi. Then you change lives, and the types to spend a year or so some will still be more sympathetic to the dead of hunger ...

Why?

Who can tell? then why should one?
must hasten to force in a sentence that is born every day wear and tear of mind, decimetres of iron filings that are piled on the floor of the years, and we all would like to sweep away with the iron once, at least once in your life . At least I would like. Maybe instead

sleep comes.

Better: pawing the super-ego from the bottom.
Elude the trap night erection, takes a different route and attack: "You ..."
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The super-ego chooses the latter course, and want to fourteen hours and a roll of tape to finish the job.

Tomorrow is another day. Good night.