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The body is a (THURSDAY 14 JANUARY 2010)

white lines on the floor. Now so far, but he remembered it, and how. Many fled to kiss you and kiss your face. Long, obstacle in the way, as always, as sometimes, as obvious but unexpected obstacles. Pylons long pass plays, or let your face refuge.

What about one without obstacles? I could not conceive of a way entirely smooth, static, motionless. Without the opportunity to give the sport use and abuse national (not a duck, but a question of marketing is more affable and propose, logic dictates that something is more deeply rooted, even football, complain about everything and everyone.)

Pleasing to the eye, yes. But trying to walk, I challenge you. Pushing the air, entering a colorless gel. Trying to move, and the floor pushes you away. There is no friction. And Caesar. Again. Another ten, another hundred, another five hundred. And the lack of laws between you and your soil makes it all falls are violent. One after another.

a Simple traction with its impedance, which help to take off or just perhaps, to move forward with the inertia of the world. On autopilot. Hesitant to circumvent or bypass orange road cones. Exaggerating the swings, nodding in the straights. How good have the opportunity, even once, to send the cones to hell.

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atoms do not suffer. Or should not. As constant change. Separations, unions, and all that that brings to mind the collective unconscious about it (without paying more attention, like a boring chemistry class in ninth grade, but that is another water mill). Atoms Stoics have no choice but to be transformed according to the whims of the architect of the universe. Never mind the process, as so much care about the product, the results do not remember thinking that no way to Rome. Atoms victims of metaphors in vain that spit two tired hands.

Hunger

Love is like hunger. There are gourmets, almost elitist, difficult please. There are also people with strong stomachs, able to engage emotionally, or perhaps to circumvent such conflictosde.

We do, it could act so that the appetite for the opposite sex is not so prejudiced, we, the last bites of the dish we are cooling. Hunger is like love.

So many dishes, which only see cloying.

Great Charco

Rain has fallen and formed puddles. Look at the ceiling, filled with moisture. Full reports leave no room for new penalties, and without energy even thinking. The concentration placed on the pain that that love was unrequited, the water never diluted. He wanted to eradicate.

left the door open and no one came. Revolving door that never sleeps. Whose comings and goings stagger their temperance. Sliding door, long hallway. Closed under the nose of a man vanished. That only by stepping on the puddle could see his disfigured face. Aggravated by the environment. Along the path he had to return. Along the path came to that door. Already

had no regrets, Underneath its doors, a pool of tears.