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The problem is that I do not smoke


tried to reason.

L 'and a half at night, usually of old building next to his van that comes with the 90s that always makes a terrible noise. And strange things on which he had written, taken from a site called like "the spiral of hatred" or something like that. Funny how people can be, I have always seen that way, but I never asked anything about his past. Once he also railed against my mother, giving the fascist because he had asked to move that his truck.

I eat cherries. All 'and a half.

Even I remember this blog, do not even know whether to keep most, if to read what I write. I've never been good at writing, and frankly, if it were not for the examinations, not long to become Alessandro Manzoni. But I'm here, I do not know why, I throw random words will probably try to feel part of this world of hyperlinks, to speak my mind. But about what?
I just in my mind the image from the film medium in the writer's estate from home at night with a cigarette, who wrote the computer to complete his novel.
I do not smoke, maybe that's what I care about.

However, life was restarted here, here where I'm back.

Old things have remained at half, or rather have been the people, the environment, but everything is a bit 'changed. Or maybe it really changed me. I always told myself that after I had found the nirvana to look for, where I was. And I lived then, who knows what experiences: things that in a moment of euphoria I could easily do here.
And also, initially, the change in me warn the others said, or that I said there was in me ... in reality it was just a stunt. Or so I thought.
Now I realize that probably something has changed really.
I? You?
not explain.

The feelings, emotions, what I feel when I'm with the people with whom I was a little less than a year ago, everyone has a different flavor, as built, the less genuine.
How do you build social relationships? They should just be built ? The
naturally, without problems, without fear of having to think about the consequences of a word more, a silence, the problem of having to weigh all that (not) says ... is something of a boring immense.

And what bothers me.
I've become more tolerant of many things, but totally intolerant to others. I hate SUVs.

Perhaps they are simply regressed to the stone age.