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how throw money into the loo People think to be lucky selling air. You understand well. Air, nothing,. They think to do a job, to do a service, for this they asking money. I think that they are thieves, people who lives on the others' shoulders. I would like give them a shovel and see them how could gain a work' day. They are putting their asses on a chair asking money to fragile people. They are surviving because too many of their customers are too silly and too idiot too.
14 mei 2015
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a hear I found interesting that hairs fir a coupke of hours after death they continuing to grow. Does the others organs are stopped ? Maybe celebral activity continues?
20 februari 2015
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Memories about a yellowed picture That woman seemed have over seventy; she was sitting on a wood chair in front to her loom. Her glance was firm on the wire moving and her hands knew well how to do. Her legs heavily were placed on the floor, she wore a dress decorated with tiny white flowers. A entire life spent making textiles, working over dawn. Poor woman, what sacrifices for her family. A man selfish often drunk, three males one's worst of others. But the providence was been good gifting her an angel named Lina
30 oktober 2014
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Bla bla five Good...evening. oh no morning! Whats happened? Anything that it could has been interesting. Emotionally speaking I am down well. Too often sensibility is smashed from that thing that we know as fright, fear,scare. We are scared to watch our image reflect on mirror like 'I don t like my life but I don t do nothing for change it.'. Afraid to live, suffocated by responsability, money, wish of success.
28 oktober 2014
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bla bla four I would say you whole the words that I Have not, a million of fairy tales, I could be your worst friend. Sincerely speaking I don't care about your sense of responsibility, neither of your nightmares too, I am your unreasonable aim of escape.
27 oktober 2014
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Bla bla three No thunders no storm. Sky was serene and a sweet breeze caressed here. I was still waiting a call but it wasn t been. Probably is not time, not time to enjoy; Just time to survive. Without you can I smile again? @
25 oktober 2014
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Bla bla two She doesnt care me at all. Perhaps she well hide her feelings. Pain and fear making suffer our soul and they don t allow us to breath up full lungs way. I won't do the end of a lice.
24 oktober 2014
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Bla bla You know well that you are involved as me. If you ll decide that I cannot take part of your life tell me and I ll forget. Instead if you think to agree don t let that time burst this page I shall not hear your voice anymore I shall not feel your hesitation I shall not wait your white text
23 oktober 2014
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Way to not work There are lots of people which suggesting other how getting success. They writing books making video and earn money or hoping to get it. How could be called them? Tip's seller?
5 september 2014
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A bramble nest What contains a chest of a man capable to do these atrocities? There are no reason to slaughter a man and send video revenge. A life is a life and I hope for both although I am sure that one of those will burn over the hell flames.
3 september 2014
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