THE END (has no eeeeeend!)
Let us there. We all know that "sal PD is that the current expression which replaced" nigger ", while the shower is a silly pun that is trying to mislead us into considerations cryptic, but a doubt remains: Or shower is it? Is it on the right, under him, before him, behind him or else in it? In any case, it is before us, and we tried to anchor it. Or are their faucets? On his pipes, and hoses are your semes that bind slowly to these graphs oriented Duster. The shower is inside us, the shower is inside you, the small balls of ice fall we fall into you, and we opened the valves, you have opened the floodgates, you opened the floodgates. And now if you are still convinced that it is I who am speaking to you, you acknowledge that you unbelievers, and you're only in troubled waters, the only shower in the sal PD disorder, then listen to where comes the voice of your reading, and you'll notice that I did was create a phone in which you speak, You're listening to a phone to get from your mouth to your ear. I am only the designer of the media of your monologue, and I'm missing a lot more media than it does for you, since you listen to the phone, and you would talk on the phone. A gap opens. If the shower is that text is a pommel speaker it occurs. Small ball we are entering the ear. You are very happy to discover that these writings have no interest because they are sterile.
course it is sterile to transform our own words small balls of hail to the refourguer in the ear, as we all know, since we have no need of us know or recognize us and that we decided to read this text, it is the other that we went to get, since we are selfless we are buying books to please our neighbors, other 6 billion motherfuckers who puff the planet at the same time as us and also for all other assholes who have eaten or eat the earth. There is therefore no interest in the use of this text, and I note this well in big bold: THIS, I noted all the criticisms you'll want to be, you do not judge, you do judge you.
I continue to work m'entreprendre my infertility, since I can only speak for myself here, unless you are designing your mouth is the secret to your ear. I see it. Your shower is a journey, the shower of sal PD is a Christopher Columbus discovered America, the words that seem to escape the terrible Sioux are, but you plan to arm yourself well, after all it was you who decided to read is that you are the explorer, you're the actor, is you go discover that the emperor few signs of smoke in the distance, rifle in hand, right in the head, fear annihilated by your weapons of everyday life, by your weapons of relativity, "the meaning of your lives" that these few Sioux will not disturb: a move: PAN! and it restarts, I still living, I, I, I. Or maybe him. Have you only tried to understand what the hoot of the Sioux, the houhouhou mimicked by the kids, do you understand your offspring, there was a return y'at in education?
No, of course, if you read this is that you do not have children, you have a phone that I am the designer, but this is neither my child nor yours. Listen, they are also the shower, they shower the sal PD, but they do not need the phone, they just need your hands-eyes-ears-mouth-odor-and skin-j ' in the process. Passing the "what" you will find someplace else that the speaker issue, you do not listen can be, but you hear it. On
why, cons, we have trails, they are certainly uncertain tracks, but tracks still! PD is an acronym which hides the word homosexual, and if Wikipedia me well informed, they were once educators of the young elite, and they slept with her, around the world: Japan, Greece, China, in the Celtic world, with some monks. Today they are ghosts malabsorption pedophiles, adults who sleep with children. They are also hyperpresence tags around our schools college high schools, cities ... most often they refer to homosexuals, inverts Freud, sexual deviants, the sodomites of the Church, the Khmer roses ultras, those who bear the jinx Those who are foolish, those who are disabled from biological hello, those upon whom falls the shame with the image they carry in their sexual hormones. Why does the shower befall it when one of them? Why small balls of ice in the words we touch, why are they the shower of a sal PD?
lanes of the official are painful because they are the way of the amalgam, the way the word that sticks to the thing, the path or direction is given and not meant to mean, c ' then the connotation must be torn, as unshakable truth: the other is forever inscrutable. And the other is the sal PD, they are not the words, but also me and you for me. We each have our secret report to the ready, each our hidden shower ... I do not then the answer why. Follow the unfathomable each other, listen to his hulululement, plic plic the hail on the skin's own sal PD listen, but do not speak for him, does not act of its cry, this is perhaps not the freshness of the hail that leads him to cry, maybe he sings off, maybe he likes to sing off and it produces a sound, maybe its cry is an exorcism of his dirt, may be may be, maybe.
remains a question: if the PD is no shower, so it's not a phone, which will wash the PD, who will listen the speaker, and thus know that the dirt right? Who will change the layer of the SDF, which know how many liters he must swallow to believe that he can shower alone? Who will this not, these words from his mouth, put the black box in the middle of the room, the box that talks and shows, TF1 shower, shower commercial, shower full of slogans, perpetually showering deaf, and who will get the shower with his neighbor who puts his music too loud? His neighbor who kissed his wife? His neighbor who lives on his street, in the shower black deck?
Communication is the shower of sal PD is communication with oneself is the negation of the other, "the Romantics, were fine caliméroiens cons, we we're better, it is romantic but not complain, we love each other."
Love, it is perhaps not the heat of a fire, this may not be the taste of sex, it can be hearing the cry of sal right to clean skin in a shower of balls of hail, but who knows that freshness? Who knows, who listens? Love, it is perhaps not a person with a house, a child, a dog, a green plant, a small home made flat, a few candles and a song that says "i love you ', this may not be that. Go listen to your Sioux in the garden and listen in the neighbor's yard. For
not extend, private property is a consolation that cry that you did not go looking under the hail. Owning her husband and swimming is drowning, but tragic! Who will wash the dirty stinking filter your pool? The Church and its god almighty Jove, assisted by your favorite stars. Happiness!
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