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What a beautiful state we're in and Onions Pan

At the end won B on A, on the idea of \u200b\u200bfaith, emotion over reason, and I could go on listing a bit silly so various synonyms of the consequences of my nice impulsivity. The truth is that nothing would have been impossible to achieve without let myself go a little, almost-of-all-estábiendeltodo more ridiculous by the ingenuity with which someone could act, that we like to play hide.
The thing is that I got fed up and started to want to want to want power. And following those convictions unexplained say I'm not completely delusional, but rather deliberately lucky, took air and jumped into a pool full of perfect imaginary water. And of course
I'm still floating. It spent
ideal to reality, and reality opened my thousand paths to billions of ideals. Of them chose one, and it will take me to another. And another. My reason for being is the direction I took. Luckily I stumbled upon you. Thank goodness.

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Better not ask me what I'm thinking, as effectively and as I suspected from the beginning, I think of absolutely nothing.

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in the inkwell. I believe 5acá

Even neurons stunned by the kind of delicious stifling heat wave, typical of the beautiful city of Santiago these days, I have to start writing to satisfy my need to feel that doing something else productive to devote to perfecting the art of looking carefully at the ceiling.
I must say I am one of those optimistic people each January 1 declare with joy new year, new life . Just as I love to buy a blank notebook and think about how I will fill it to the last page and the last line, I like the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving past twelve months with new smell.
two weeks ago is 2009 and I must say I am proud of myself for being able to fulfill the promise I made to get rid of most things (I mean things as facts, words, thoughts, In short, things, that is) that last year I had a bit stuck with his whore negativity.
Now, it only takes me from above the heaviest of all and throw away the notebook last year. This time I was on the desk.
I wonder how someone can be so contradictory as to feel unable to get rid of something that keeps you moving.
Anyway, as you have that power. It has to power.