ion, because in these times is very easy to get infections. For this reason, cocaine is for the weak of mind. Stone, worst bit, since I know that people get the true sense of the word
DEGRADATION. For this reason, a Tachito, occasionally, a pastries ... Well yes, but no. It is very stupid to want to play the boy's funny because if you do not like or do not know what you are going to come, it makes no sense to do so.
I, personally, I prefer the cannabis sativa. It gives me what Castaneda defined as an 'ally', but not wanting to pretend to be a shaman or become a wolf howling seeking answers to a moon ethereal.
easier, and without giving many laps. Tastes good, feels good, do not let cruda, do not fuck the liver, and even that is questionable lungs fuck you (I know many people who has been doing centuries and have a loud voice.) Also, I've been in many situations and many people know that five minutes before I lie to be with them a Chubi.
Sometimes it's so easy to do, that I am surprised to see how some people are troubled by so much and lose your head drowning in the 'world of drugs' selling you Paty Chapoy, Televisa, the church, the Ministry of Health and all come back. It would sound trite and even repetitive, but we live in a society where the double standard letter. And smoking without being noticed is an art, a technique that is polished by time.
Here's a simple test. I started smoking when I wasknew (or heard after-through myself) my long history cannabiticio. Even all the people who let me know more than three degrees, just knowing it. So far, no one I know has run out, disgusted, my peculiar taste. Who do afterwards, you will earn the title of 'sucker' saved for an unfortunate deserving.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Thursday, June 8, 2006
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from which emerged a claim and negotiated a settlement only.
However, doubt was gone. I wanted to know how to forget someone who you consider important, without looking at my own indolence to the facts. Unfortunate Events assaulted by ghosts and cobwebs made within their own memories, the answer never came.
For a few months (I confess, were months), was an ambiguous situation. On the one hand, I woke up every day with a bitter taste in the mouth, dreaming of her voice, subconsciously trying to decipher the complex puzzle that I had submitted. Without achieving success, my psyche was tired running around like a mouse in a maze with no exit. On the other hand, it showed that side to anyone else, because I learned thatself-pity is the weapon of the weak and miserable, and it was unhealthy stale show weakness to people that you were ever able to explain and was not made. Pierrot the Clown, showed its happiest face.
arrived in February, after March and April. During March, in a desolate city, he said he had found someone who looked 'special'. I felt good for its own sake, but in reality that day did not know what to do with me.
Walking down Paseo de la Reforma, between cars, plastic cows, trees, smog and a strangely calm atmosphere, I began to wander multiple options. Nothing satisfied me, but after thinking a while the idea of forgetting to always respond that perhaps one day how you managed to forget so easilyan often sought, these people were isolated prior knowledge that they are a danger to the emotional stability of a person like me, but I repeat, was the place, time, time and opportunity they agreed. Instead of closing wounds or open new ones, these experiences allowed me just note that when a person is willing only thing to add is gunpowder, while the intellect is on your side.
After those two experiences (public and private), I can only confirm that any person, a few days or a few nights, it can be easy. And that's not bad. But there is something to fill you, is like eating cocaine. It is a 'rush' that many experience as a game, playing a flirt, darling playing, play,Ono whether it was right to commit to so many things I knew I would never do. A wet rain on me, I have years knowledge and is known for tiger stripes. ----
Paragraph 3 - The fear of love.
few months ago, I met a person I was (and is) quite chemical. Certain situations bashed us to believe that, but some others seem to me as a convergence between chance and causality. Many times, we disagree. Further more, when we do, we treat coldly, as if it were an agreement. Others end with a kiss, maybe naive, but sincere. The point is that after a while and comments from people nearby, apparently transcended chemistrywhat is understood as a complicity between two people. They note, is seen. And there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe, if indulgent and even cowardly, would use the excuse of the dog trite old wounds. But that's not true, and honest with how I am. I just think (more positively) that is afraid to go a step further by their situations, or mine, weighing and then away what may be a good thing, because we may be more different than we think. The last person I taught my pandora box ran. Older one, I ended up making it to the side. So a bit of both, with a bit of mystery of not knowing much more than the other person than one would dare to ask, add excitement and uncertainty to the cocktail. To beas urgent.
However, doubt was gone. I wanted to know how to forget someone who you consider important, without looking at my own indolence to the facts. Unfortunate Events assaulted by ghosts and cobwebs made within their own memories, the answer never came.
For a few months (I confess, were months), was an ambiguous situation. On the one hand, I woke up every day with a bitter taste in the mouth, dreaming of her voice, subconsciously trying to decipher the complex puzzle that I had submitted. Without achieving success, my psyche was tired running around like a mouse in a maze with no exit. On the other hand, it showed that side to anyone else, because I learned thatself-pity is the weapon of the weak and miserable, and it was unhealthy stale show weakness to people that you were ever able to explain and was not made. Pierrot the Clown, showed its happiest face.
arrived in February, after March and April. During March, in a desolate city, he said he had found someone who looked 'special'. I felt good for its own sake, but in reality that day did not know what to do with me.
Walking down Paseo de la Reforma, between cars, plastic cows, trees, smog and a strangely calm atmosphere, I began to wander multiple options. Nothing satisfied me, but after thinking a while the idea of forgetting to always respond that perhaps one day how you managed to forget so easilyan often sought, these people were isolated prior knowledge that they are a danger to the emotional stability of a person like me, but I repeat, was the place, time, time and opportunity they agreed. Instead of closing wounds or open new ones, these experiences allowed me just note that when a person is willing only thing to add is gunpowder, while the intellect is on your side.
After those two experiences (public and private), I can only confirm that any person, a few days or a few nights, it can be easy. And that's not bad. But there is something to fill you, is like eating cocaine. It is a 'rush' that many experience as a game, playing a flirt, darling playing, play,Ono whether it was right to commit to so many things I knew I would never do. A wet rain on me, I have years knowledge and is known for tiger stripes. ----
Paragraph 3 - The fear of love.
few months ago, I met a person I was (and is) quite chemical. Certain situations bashed us to believe that, but some others seem to me as a convergence between chance and causality. Many times, we disagree. Further more, when we do, we treat coldly, as if it were an agreement. Others end with a kiss, maybe naive, but sincere. The point is that after a while and comments from people nearby, apparently transcended chemistrywhat is understood as a complicity between two people. They note, is seen. And there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe, if indulgent and even cowardly, would use the excuse of the dog trite old wounds. But that's not true, and honest with how I am. I just think (more positively) that is afraid to go a step further by their situations, or mine, weighing and then away what may be a good thing, because we may be more different than we think. The last person I taught my pandora box ran. Older one, I ended up making it to the side. So a bit of both, with a bit of mystery of not knowing much more than the other person than one would dare to ask, add excitement and uncertainty to the cocktail. To beas urgent.
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