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a place to shout absurdities about mankind since the discovery of fire

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Those are days of thunder. Most of the time i get the feeling i am a verm, scavanging the dirty surface of this world that is my body and my home. When have i become so shallow? So absorved in self-pity? I want to cease this feeling. I talk to no one. I see no meaning in anything. I stay in bed and make no move. I might as well fulfill my dreams now. They are far behind the road of life and as life drives forward they have remained static, each second smaller. I silence. I enjoy the pleasure of framing unseeing photographs. Still I could use a friend. Still I could have been loving and enjoying life. i am weak and there i see no purpose in evaluating myself in any high regard. Death thoughts are crushing me for the very first time. Maybe it was all really written in lines before me.

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A bird just hit my window and now he's dead at the roof. 

If the window was opened he would have crashed my face. 

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...and you know, we used to sit in the hot pavement and comment about the way my mother or you mother would talk to other women and we would criticize it. We would rip apart the spine of family secrets and share everything that was a sign of human weakness in concern to our parents. We would make everything in order to make them look like dead hypocrites and we would say that we would never be like that middle-class depressing folks and their sad furniture. 

But you know, I am sure that deep inside we would make the connection between our sad little life and some alternative american movie we've seen with american wretched parents and that's why we would picture our relatives as the people in these movies; to feel some vibe that we were like those kids in the screen. 

At the end it was a way to look cool and to make clear we were so bored about being cool. We were building our own Requiem for a dream and getting lost inside those lines. It had nothing to do with our moms and dads. It was about us and the fact that, by then, we still ignored we would become exactly our parents and our sons would make of us a portrait even worst of what we once despised for being the worst of all lives.

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I hate you, because yours is the name I ever wanted to my son and now I can't name him anymore.

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The day I can understand why other females find giving birth to another organism the most amusing thing that can happen to a woman's life, I am sure I will be completely different. For me this is nothing but an organic/mechanic happening that does not necessarily has anything plus in terms of experience. 

One might say it is a fundamental string of continuation of life, but there is where we disagree: this string goes far beyond the act of birth itself, since the genetic imprint is projected in the day life of the species.

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Don't you feel that The Walking Dead is plain and simple an aesthetic translation of the everyman soul in it's adulthood?