Sunday, January 20, 2008

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I'm so fucking of the fucking emos. I do not usually write rude here because it does not seem necessary, but it was, this modito unbearable adolescent idiots and last long, we suffered enough to pay for all our sins have or might have to simply live in the same fucking solar system that these brats fucking whiners. And not that it is intolerant or something, is the sadness, the sadness that overwhelms me when one of those things cross my street, sadness, wondering if this is what humanity has come after thousands of years of evolution, and the goddamn shame, shame he would feel if an advanced civilization made contact with humanity and the first to find out an emo, also shame that the same unparalleled emos will feel in ten years * when see all your fucking pictures in front of bathroom mirror with his cell phone in hand and look sad because that cell phone only has 100GB of storage and put in their metroflogs, and the worst thing you can not tell them how much you down like human beings because these sites only allow members to leave comments, so make sure the emos who put their photos are not affected psychologically and avoid realize the reality, however, only their friends, so assholes like themselves, can leave comments, compliments pure obviously what makes each day there are more and more emo. We must act now to avoid that in the end I'm the last living fucking normal to have to kill myself surrounded by emos.

* Although not ... I do not think the world goes on those ten years, if that civilization makes contact with an emo, will destroy the planet without thinking twice thinking we are all well.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Electric Box Level 19



My parents were self-proclaimed fans of moving every few months in town, carrying with them. Thanks to that, I went through countless schools, and met many people who lost contact with each time I moved.

I've always wanted to know what happened to all of them with my childhood friends.

When I started getting visits to this blog, I thought that maybe some of those friends will remember my name, I sought and got here, possibly to contact me and tell me what happened to their lives and others. I've always wanted to know how many get pregnant his girlfriend at age 14, how many ended up as prostitutes at 16 to see that the level studied were not given, how many ended up as drug addicts (and also, how many ended up in jail or dead due to overdose) , or my girlfriend from elementary school, made all woman sensually developed, come and leave me a message saying it could not forget, you can not stop thinking and thinking about my touching each of their lonely nights. I just remember it was called Claudia.

Come on, look for me, I have curiosity. Here I am.