Well, we returned to the supernatural mark in this circular impact in this ancestral nest , this spiritual vortex.
What is the point, I tell you, nested in the warm-bound map of my room?
What's the point? Why?, What do you get, What you lose, What do you live?, I'd say nothing.
So I'm just me. Waste emotion, existential apathy, excessive trash. Call a
methane, and to put some passion into this bullshit. Find
to a dog, something to enjoy. I came into this life to that, fuck life, to enjoy the aroma existential.
Let's cut the shit, and feel, damn heartless bureaucrats, whose gray suits can not see the sun rising in the damn door factory anti-sleep. Demoralized existence.
Fortunately, there is good news: people with soul. But it is the least the few, different, exceptional. And I did today for them, I tip my hat. Artists
danger, exorbitant nomads, their ancestral thought I will know the root reason why we are walking on this earth inert. Empty. Dominated by the mediocre shadows of time and fearful of goodness.
The good news, I'll tell you they are few. But when they appear, are enjoying double.
This ended here. And if you do not have hope, look inside, look outside and do what you think is best. There are no magic solutions.
Combat power if you have courage, and if you soft and you just go by the waves of the crowd ... I have bad news for you: you came to this world to die without leaving a bloody footprint on the gray cement.
Andrew Esposito
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