me confused I still apologize to those who consider me a close acquaintance or loitaine and punching their daily connections scattered on the global network Satanist? Friends, aunts and cousins love me again reminded at Christmas, I was a asocials infamous pumpkin that connect to their account to "follow" did little more than thirty seconds per day ... What should I respond to his attacks, are they justified? And first of all, what can I therefore invoke as valid reasons?
Laziness? No, this is precisely one of the reasons that pushed me to be logically zoning.
Selfishness? Completely off the plate, the proof is that I'm just asking myself the question why ... I was selfish if I do not even think not! it flows from source! In seeking
well ... ah, there it is, it occurs to me now! It is clear as a mountain lake and it is sharp insight.
Laziness? No, this is precisely one of the reasons that pushed me to be logically zoning.
Selfishness? Completely off the plate, the proof is that I'm just asking myself the question why ... I was selfish if I do not even think not! it flows from source! In seeking
well ... ah, there it is, it occurs to me now! It is clear as a mountain lake and it is sharp insight.
1. I hate hospitals. I will do my best until the end of my life, to avoid staying there, not so much because of other patients, or the apprehension of death or pain ... but simply decorated.
2. The aesthetics of FB and MS reminds me more than any one hospital, the most impersonal and that is kubrickien: decorum is smooth, empty, immaculate , corridors and endless white, I cold, I bells, the walls are white if white ... I smell Products antiseptic, antibacterial and antibiotics that corrode my nostrils and seized my soul, a nurse in the face photoshoped outrageously advances towards me, dictating a monotone voice ; slogans frightening and unhealthy secretly happy polymorphic structures as "created Facebook your farm, "" you have a request to add "or" blueberry pie dusted with icing sugar mmmh - LOL, love it raven "
3. My soul evaporates dangerously Wetted cryogenic ultra-modern and ultra-in once I'm back on the canteen wall covered with sticky notes the same size and same color arranged in columns perfect in front of a platoon execution whose gunmen wearing masks pale bearing the broad and kindly smile of the cat Alice, the last remaining crumbs of consciousness on the sheet of waxed my cortex slowly slip away from the grasp of reason and sentiment, in contact icy background of this self-service devastated by nuclear and modernity in contact these gimmicks robotic , slogans and messages droids volatile plaguing the rest of my humanity, passion, life ...
4. I'M MORE HERE.
Everyone understood then, hopefully, how serious this is and how I must forbid, as long as possible, a contact with the building. That said, I sometimes - very rarely but it happens - to discover that secret and malevolent factions also indispensable to have nested, and their designs have sometimes (it happens) some something to do with waiting for a traveler, Destroyer, Gozerien ... Will he return? His shadow has fallen ... Yes, I perceive, far away ... Mick Smiley, the greatest singer in the galaxy and eighty, the Master Ultimate Tube Ultimate New Wave and the most Ultimate Psycho, hiding somewhere in a motel reception off the coast of Hawaii, in the management of an amusement park of Louisiana, a bank in Sacramento, tigers in cages at a zoo in California, in the maintenance crew Facebook Canadian - who knows? It is somewhere on this planet, lurking in the shadows ... and he will be back ... I know. I saw him in a dream.
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