A selection of photos droll, considering that my vidita miserable and not a subject of study in this block (and I've gone to great concerts, I've gotten hard drugs, was raped by a teibolera, I had animal sex, alcohol congested with me, I bought prostitutes and educated about seven monkeys chattering).






Selection "Pancho Villa is the host"





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Sometimes I have said here, almost in passing that during college I was a repository of many faiths. My companions, for some reason, I had much confidence, so I went back and told me the whole amount of crap they were doing. I, of course, were paid with the only currency that I know: writing all your bullshit in a tome without censorship.
Now I reread and I think it vulgar. And almost none that appear there I care, so their secrets lose interest. It's just a collection of who loved whom, by whom he left it, who saw what he thought who, who practiced zoophilia, who who was hit while who kissed who in a camp where we got into what and who the next day who said: "I know who was and who stole what and do not stain my ball, fucking, and my heartfelt reflections regard.
However, rescued a few paragraphs and I put together badly, to open in the other block a number with my worst adolescent writing. How do I know they are all texts failed, never come to light, and now, at a distance, only cause me shame, I thought that they must find some kind of redoubt final. There will never for anything except to prove that sole benefit of knowing how badly I wrote before is to know that in the future think of how bad I write now. And that's a consolation.
only recently turned his twenties, and was kind of late adolescence, who took everything very seriously (as now), but ... I had my heart
My life in college - Introduction
you seen? A chatty monkey saying hello, how are you, I'm a monkey chattering. "
Now I reread and I think it vulgar. And almost none that appear there I care, so their secrets lose interest. It's just a collection of who loved whom, by whom he left it, who saw what he thought who, who practiced zoophilia, who who was hit while who kissed who in a camp where we got into what and who the next day who said: "I know who was and who stole what and do not stain my ball, fucking, and my heartfelt reflections regard.
However, rescued a few paragraphs and I put together badly, to open in the other block a number with my worst adolescent writing. How do I know they are all texts failed, never come to light, and now, at a distance, only cause me shame, I thought that they must find some kind of redoubt final. There will never for anything except to prove that sole benefit of knowing how badly I wrote before is to know that in the future think of how bad I write now. And that's a consolation.
only recently turned his twenties, and was kind of late adolescence, who took everything very seriously (as now), but ... I had my heart
My life in college - Introduction
you seen? A chatty monkey saying hello, how are you, I'm a monkey chattering. "
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