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What I'm going to tell you now started at the University, in the first half of the 2000s, when all of us, really all of us, one by one, were curious a..
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Between heaven and earth, single-minded, worn-out chip bags enrich the green vegetation in the middle of the ring. Defiant human grimaces peep at the ..
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Now I shouldn't be a little afraid if I pluck up the courage and measure myself once. I stand on the two tongues of a scale; I wonder how much my crim..
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Nothing surprises me anymore! I listen behind the doors of the world to the wail of teddy boy voices 24 hours a day, but I only store my cherished, ch..
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The discarded, half-empty can of the old, pitiful World - you have to be careful! -, almost swallows him, the winds with knocked out teeth are chasing..
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Have you ever been told that you have a bad approach to things?! Not the betrayal of the unattainable, unwinnable Happiness, nor the series of gawking..
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With clenched, abscessed, snarling teeth, like a long-suffering one who settled for life and pain forever, searching for the cognizable puzzle, I am c..
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The filth-waterfalls of obscene, ugly-speech come out of the mouths of girls' cat-comis-cows after being whipped and then splashed out; cascades of fl..
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The barely thirteen-year-old puffball boy, who unfortunately could not suffer the science of numbers, and was barely able to understand why two and tw..
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Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable,..
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