Today is one of those days without words, with much activity, pressures and movements of asylum. I've left mold under pressure, and my numb brain has taken the opportunity to be noticed making me commit innumerable absurdities (the real line is full of bastards "was his last sentence before convalescing at the keyboard). Today was listless, as they already knew chapter and verse what he had to do thanks to my constant talks, so I have decided on their own to express their displeasure by sending me to the mall to buy something that has repented at the last minute, convinced of the futility of consumerism was going to be a participant. I really did not need to buy anything, but he wanted to give me a ride almost incoherent from outdated machines and curious housewives who just wanted a free afternoon coffee. Then it was through his mocking my hands now toying with the key other than this overwhelming time, and I can only thank him because I thought that cardboard increasingly present in this dull, without encouragement and programmed in advance by teachers and mass idiots I live. We crushed the brain to knead and shape it as they please, but then complain that filth because they crumble in your hands and do not get the desired shape. I have decided to cover it with a shell of nonconformity, and you can try to tear it with their sharp beaks, they will not get through anything. It is the evening in my room when I leave my gray breathe easy friend massaging him with a little music, but he always chirps for more.
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