Daydreamin What a day for a boy!
Today is so exciting that I can not help but starmene on the couch with open windows and legs in the air, listening to songs whistling.
But you can die in a sunny day like this? I wonder sincerely incredulos. Yet surely someone is dead even in the copper spring, in the budding and more vital and confident afternoon in May, while thinking of something else, while stalled, while sleeping, as he looked out the window. I think of death since I became interested to the most gruesome murders. I read everything I can find, everything he knows about, I read maniacally methods, weapons, victims, suspects, the inconsistencies in the evidence.
What we want to do, this is my soul are attracted to things immoral.
more I read the more I fear, and I think that I'm afraid of man, but I'm afraid I love him. And then I think I'm not sorry that I scared because it has served to remind myself that the horror is everywhere and it is unthinkable. Besides, if I died today I would first of all surprised, because it is too cold, sunny day, and I would be forever remembered as the one that died with the television on but no sound during open-label study. No one would understand that I'm not really looking at open trial, and I would be the naive study that looked open and someone entered the apartment armed with his worst intentions.
However I do not think I will die this morning. I'm almost certain, but I take this opportunity to say that if I die today know that there are books by my bed of memories that deserve to be, if not published and admired, at least read. Know also that I was an unhappy person, deeply antisocial deep inside, I was critical, lazy, touchy, highly flammable, so do not say crap about how I was young and happy and carefree.
can not be carefree call a person who thinks when he walks to meet the devil in a dark corridor, from the cock.
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