some melodies about maladies: All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we chose to distort it.

domingo

All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we chose to distort it.

Vamos a intentar darle un poco de movilidad a este asunto.

Creo que publicando cosas poco interesantes (oh... para variar), podre llenar este espacio de una manera mas sencilla.

Mañana corro 12 km a las 7 am. Y es la una de la mañana. Me voy a joder.

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Y asi.

A young man, 22 years of age. Attends a technical institute, and has just taken (and passed) his driver's license examination. Lives with his family -- a taciturn and unsupportive mother and father and a little sister who only ever has harsh words for him. Has never really been sick in his entire life. Has never really had much of an aim for his entire life, either. Seems to be a rather quiet sort, and does not really seem to have any strong opinions about anything; probably considered to be a good friend by his buddies for just that reason. A very "normal" guy, unremarkable, nondescript; someone you could pass by in the middle of the street and not notice at all. Probably wishes to stay that way.

Generally speaking not very interesting. So it's a good thing that he can flee into music and heady books. Music is the one stable thing in life because it is there when no one else is.
Other things he believes in? Well, life is quite absurd and keeps repeating itself. This can be funny at these rare moments when it's not painstakingly pointless.
To say something which isn't in the realm of self-pity but probably has been said a million times before: pie tastes awesome.

I write down this stuff cuz it´s cheaper than visit a shrink, and not as pretentious as shooting myself.

some melodies about maladies

domingo

All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we chose to distort it.

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Y asi.

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