Fuck ... a few coins in the bank and hopefully have ruined me. I am a clerk whoring. I'm another person, read my texts and not recognize myself. He died, and I have no hatred, anger, or bitterness. For months I do not fight or curse for women. My face has softened with a stupid smile for all. I am disgusted, disappointed. I've run out fuel. No drugs, no public transport or wild blowjobs. Now is love and cars. Finally, the state co-opted me. will buy a rifle, I think that's the solution. Chávez Reséndiz
israel 10:54 pm
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"The sea was dirty, the waves dragged paper plates, beer cans and other miseries in the sand my father invented a stupid game but only play with my sister accepted him. No it was because it amused him by showing his buttocks to the bathers. I'm poor, but I'm good, that's the philosophy of all adolescents in the colony Moctezuma or Portales. When my dad got excited looking at some of these adolescents, inventing some pretext, he took my mother's arm and returned to the hotel, upon return we three children, the room not only smelled like avocado and tortilla other unpleasant odors but also the wet sheet to the mattress was impregnated by showing through a myriad of small spots of rust. were only three days because the money ran out, leaving only the exact amount of a gasoline tank. If everything would return to normal classes begin on Monday, my brother will be like my father and my sister have a life similar to that of my mother as I can me out of here. "
* Guillermo Fadanelli. will buy a rifle. Barcelona: Anagram. 2004. 140 p.
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