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Since July he could not enter my home because of the works on my street. It is for this reason that the blog was abandoned. NODE I've seen in the demonstrations and the cries of the readers, but I could not help it, it was not my fault. Let me explain: One day, I wake up from seven in the morning thanks to the sweet song of the jackhammer, had breakfast and then went down to buy bread and, hopefully, a couple of sawed-off shotguns. Upon returning, the fence encircling ditches prevented me accessing my home.

- Listen. Listen!
- What? - Said the worker.
- I have to go to my house.
- Can not happen. (Pronounced "Paha can not.")
- What?
- That can not happen, we are under construction.

face of such obvious I was about to load the cut using explosives if it were not in place of a good iron had acquired a couple of baguettes. The dilemma was clear: either I can be penetrated works cross rolled, hammered and finally, asphalt, or leave my home in search of new adventures wearing a tracksuit and beautiful two hundred grams of bread.

Such crises require thoughtful solutions so I went to the closest bar to me for carajillo.

- A carajillo? "At this hour? - I berated the waitress.
- Well, a gin and tonic.
- That's much better.
- What to eat?
- What do you recommend?
- Pepito loin.
- Done.

The bar was crowded with men and women with bread or a newspaper under his arm, another with a dog on a leash and even pikes that the route back from alcohol had encountered obstacles such as fences, ditches and zappy workers added to the drunk's own locomotor dysfunction. Peatonil fauna gathered there could not leave the street, is worth the contradiction, and enter their homes.

Home, sweet home

After the gin and tonic, pepito back, black coffee, another drink please and anise, still left the bar without the possibility of returning to my home but something more lively. The picture I saw was atrocious: hordes of people were trapped outside their homes, while they were still among its four walls oteaban from windowsills and almost sociological spectacle street zoo offered.

We soon had formed groups of people united by the color of the MC (some were in their pajamas as well) had older men were slowly gathering, others for mere physical proximity struck up a conversation and some children were playing and carefree.

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Over time, the noise of the jackhammer was familiar, the smell of tar was nice and served us fences to separate rooms. Allowed us ormir ditches, and in case of rain, we covered it with some fresh cement. All it took was one person removed to not get caught and be part of the street. The diet of gin and tonic with loin pepito the ranch became general. Such was the communion no one complained, even teetotalers and vegetarians.

One day, all of a sudden, the noise stopped. We all woke up startled and somewhat annoying because they can not sleep. All you could see were cars running through a very black floor freshly painted dotted lines. We all looked embarrassed and did not need say no more, nobody liked goodbyes. We took our keys and we went each to his portal. It was the end. At that time, we left our street back home and we went inside the houses. I turned the key and the first thing I found were numerous saltwort dust with beautiful sweaters I monotone manufactures something allergies, but extremely groundbreaking. I also found new tenants in the form of insects that looked at me with puzzled face and continued their way through the holes in the baseboards. Was home, however, I could not breathe, I was depressed and lonely, very lonely. Since then, whenever I crave the arrival of summer to begin the work and to re-enter the outside.

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happens that when you forget birthdays of others, depending on the relationship with the honoree, the heat can happen to a superlative degree of triviality that makes us even arching an eyebrow. Quite easily tend to forget all birthdays and also large amount of data that appear to be key in the social world. Names, ages, occupations of parents and other sources (¿¿??), statistics are not retained by my memory, a fact not usually matter too much. However, the mob opened his eyes and puts O-shaped mouth to check my ignorance. Will it help these data?

even go over there, put and take years off without hesitation, name compounds and who do not have matching men and women at their discretion. We also believe I have the gift of meeting people I have ever been involved. So, seeing the famous course and walk straight at him, I always have doubts. Did you know? Is it he or is not it? One meter before the fatal encounter, to the astonishment of the stranger's face, react, under the eye and go my way asocial perennial.

One of the most blatant is the birthday of my sister. Never know when. At best, say it is in summer, and thanks. But that does not cause me shame. It would be worse not to know her name or recognize in the street.

In summer, my already impoverished central nervous system functions in thirds, does not even reach 50% of its purported ability. I think I have a sponge bath in the head. Just look at the rate of publication of the blog: daily, excellent, with the site collapsed by visitors. My idle is such that sometimes I do not remember the address. Or how you navigate. I open the güord or fairfocs? I forget while foreign keys are Western. Those characters that make the words appear as pictures inexplicable, perhaps increase my fluency in Cyrillic or in Sanskrit. Who knows. Once I managed to open a browser and see my home page has gone so long that even I lost track of time. I do not know if it's been three minutes or three years. Three years which he served this blog on 4 July. Event to be held forgot. Like everything else.

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Now I struggle to remember how they did it to publish posts more often. Call my sister to get him to explain, but I can not remember his name.

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PS: Incidentally, my first post is still determines the number of visitors I have. A message to all who seek gúguel INCEST TV and I do visits of 1 second, no need to go to internet for incest, you have it in your own home. Thanks.

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be driving novel makes you discover new facets of personality, such as the instinct murderer while-you-bite-the-tongue or the loss of respect for every manifestation of the law code movement and lines. Also discover how to vehicles older than ten years will bring, but they only work half done. It is as if his age could match that of dogs, each year would amount to seven. In my case I have to take my Renó Ratchet to live on a farm and self-deception to avoid tears. One of the worst headaches I suffer is in the second underway. I think that has been declared in default and refuses to enter, as saying "I leave it alone, put third man." Every time I drag the lever down to simulate the movement escaleril encounter resistance, noise, I would say that I have even heard voices and all kinds of excesses. The second is on strike. At least no pickets in other gears.

So every time I put second, I remember what theoretically should work but never made or, if it works, it occurs randomly and always at their own peril. Indeed, a clear example of such dysfunction is the random playback, or random shuffle of emepetreses, CDs and the like aparatejos. Who invented such a lie? Is there anyone still laughing from the other side of the patent? If I did not hesitate before you throw down the gauntlet to the face in atavistic clear challenge. Cargo hundred songs. Active shuffle. Surprise. The same song four times in an interval of twenty minutes. We want to go crazy. Who? Them.

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Another example is the string of toilet. I sit in the cup has anyone curious analogy drunk a cup size or above a toilet? Or someone has defecated in a cup of coffee? - And my stools excreted-fine, that shit, come, and when it comes time for Lee Flood, the button goes to the bottom click emitting a lower intensity the sound of gear but with a similar stop, as if to say "Is it me?". Again the rebellion. Then, ever do this at home, I open the top of the tank. In an evil hour. I still cry at the memory device such shafts, counterweights, nuts and other objects unrecognizable.

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The world falls on you, "ARE warned. No similar mechanism exists in the world of such complexity. I'd say if not the work of Leonardo Da Vinci and intricate cartoons brownish, must be intelligent design from outer space. It's time to bring out my working knowledge of plumbing, look over, pull and / or pushing the first object that apparent solidity and, finally, take a few knocks on the side of the tank alternating with a ts ts ts disapproval.

Finally, the evil one sends signals copies of the keys. Have you worked the first time? One case is known, but it has never been found, they were just rumors. Enter the lock, enter, but when turning ... nothing. Well, no, no, a Sibylline click click emulator of the previous complaints, as saying "I do not open. No, I have not opened. " I have come to believe is a conspiracy of the hardware, however, this theory breaks down because, in carrying review keys, do not charge you anything. What is the meaning then? "Make us waste time? Provoking our anger to create a general feeling of hatred and resentment towards the locks in general?

Park, come home, play music and go to the bathroom is an ordeal. Pedestrian choose to exercise, to live under a bridge, obviaré the emepetrés and intestinal retention we will see that the field is very large.

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say that when you submit to a sex change operation, the postoperative period is not as critical as the psychological process that you look subdued. Lie. The anesthetic injected homemade glass pipe me through, let me make incisions without pain but without precision and, therefore, Post-operative, is turning into huge hangover from hell. The label on the bottle could not be no side effects, only 40% read Vol. Green Garden, a Scottish proven anesthetic quality. Thus, the result of the lack of an assistant, the precarious balance and pulse-induced tremulous seudoanestesia either confuse the sewing thread of the iPod headphones, the result has not reached the heights of excellence that these operations require. Luckily, my high expertise in these conflicts and the fact of having passed the MIR several times, detracts from the disaster to a mere level of sickening horror.

watch my silhouette in the mirror and I'm surprised the new body ideal I just created. Right angles instead of curves, there are tips in unexpected places and my measurements are a scandal, from 340 to 20 - 130 - 250. Yes, the last digit corresponds to the ankles, slight swelling of accumulating product bones, tendons and other excess tissue in the lower extremities in case. My new supersenos consist of seven bags of muffins la Bella Easo. The waist, rival wasp, consists of a glass blender and pillows intradermal equate me to ham Beyoncé jovial, clear example of the famous theory "Black in the music. Origin and development and its role in the postmodern teen."

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My first action as a woman, after a long and interesting self-exploration, is to build a time machine with a bunch of parsley, several cans of the former Apple Kas and a cuckoo clock. Deliberately omit a component to avoid plagiarism. You may ask why this journey through space-time continuum. Because women are people with initiative and, before donning a new woman's life, I think good to know the intricacies of the historical trajectory of this genre. First stop: the prehistory.

Upon arrival, onvres several burly hairy drag me by the hair to a cave, wardrobes, all interior, tiled floor to sully my honor still intact. Observed shaking his head and saying ts ts ts that women's liberation has not yet set and that the hygienic conditions of the cave-no-no bidet satisfy me.

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quickly drives the control panel and I teleported to the seventeenth century. There, I am divorced and even vilified by the street for lack of excess fat. Where I see orange peel and morbidity, contemporaries of that time melt in fires of lust. Interestingly, men also use makeup, and not a little. The corset squeezed me both great tits who fled in terror without realizing to what date.

I appear in the year 34505. The women are strong and have walnut. Men are the rule. Well, the two remaining. An attack on the female fertility became the object of search, capture and fornication. Some died of anxiety, another by a highly virulent pandemic and syphilis, the most fortunate of exhaustion. There is a Ministry of bags and shoes and you hear a constant hum, as if there were always thousands of people talking. Definitely, no change of sex or time travel. I admit my defeat and I note today's date in my time machine. Only been 21 minutes since the first trip.

Returning to 2009, knowing my little elusive and combative mood, I decide to go back to my original figure: the Joan-OJ Onvre if I want-the only one. Covered with scars and traces of lipstick, but I, after all. I come to take stock of anesthesia Green Garden to redress the barter of sex, but to see me again in the mirror I realize that my implants breast-shaped farinaceous have been consumed by hordes of worms and mold around camp. No breasts, repositions the tissues situated in the ankles and only cared about my previous sex completely replace my original gender. When I was removed, I gave him use of indoor ornamental plant. The problem is that still affects me Green Garden cognitive ability and reimplantation me an aloe vera. All things considered, the change is not so bad.

now only hope to live in peace and go with my dark abode. That is not gloomy, I have sun everywhere, but good, so I add a little emphasis to the climax. My only thought is that season after many changes I think I know what the next step .

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go on: as I was saying a few minutes ago on this string of posts I have taken the erosion of the toes to turn them into stumps of both type it and type it : inactivity is a wolf to man. And suddenly attacks you, as a virus, infection by, slows every one of the neurons, molecules, and nails pustules which are the four vital components of the human body. Thus, two seconds ago (or has been two months?) I was willing to relate facts inane adorned with cheap literature and vocabulary disjointed, even full of spelling mistakes, but I caught the slumber.

result of unemployment and my natural laziness, boredom infected me and I emptied a whole. I became so limited that he could not perform two tasks simultaneously. If something stung me, trying to scratch, stop thinking and thus forgot to where my nail headed sharp. Then back to the previous task, that is, rest, and I came back to bite (yes, they were the eggs, why deny it). And so on to infinity.

retreat towards a state that I have decided to call "Urban Neighborhood Far ascetics with streak Animalizantes" - from now on or aeeurismo AEEURA © © - which, incidentally, I have expressed in a brief essay of fifteen volumes will soon published in scientific journals without parallel and without spin, much to my regret.

The point is that the human condition is fragile and I lived on my skin. In fact, I wanted to be my own lab rat, being a autoexperimento. The first thing was to adopt a new axis, the horizontal. Why move up? One, walking, weary. Then I reduced to a minimum displacement, placing my command center on the couch or, failing that, on the ground. In these two areas have spent long hours researching advanced issues of our time, revolutionary theories developed during long naps and feeding voraciously.

Actually, to reach an advanced state of AEEURA © a server on the sofa piled food, shelter spiritual mother ship, and swallowed raw, even without touching them, frolicking freely as he opened his mouth to see what fell into the hollow hungry. Ferran Adria an insistent call to my door every day to copy this retozante food system. Logically, it does not open, but it tranchetes step below the door to see if it gets scared and takes off.

Some might consider these examples of behavior that make me a primitive. However, the aeeurismo © not made me forget the proper decorum and make my stool behind the TV and no one would notice anything. The best thing was that losing any muscle mass due to inactivity, I traveled on my like a snail slime. I recommend it. It is a bit slow, but most enjoy the journey.

verbal language also underwent subtle changes. I had to do without the voice to express only fricatives. I devised a complex system of intonation and pronunciation length nobody came to understand but, in my view, deserves many Nobel. I sent the following e-mail to the RAE:

Sssssssss, bbb, PPP, SSBB-s'b. Lo

a syllogism of the depths, with a purity syntactic Carreter would raise Lazarus. Well, I still hope the lawyers response viejunos .

I saw many friends, families and tourists who passed by me called brutalized, commented that he had abandoned me, if I do not know why australopithecines. And I did not comment anything about them, and am educated. Then crawling on my baba and I went to talk to one of the lesser beings that oteaban I upper stage. Through an intense debate and clubs locally termed proceeded to provide me with several relatives and friends, I realized that I had become the new Galileo of my era. Frightened by the possibility of the reintroduction of fire in the public square, I agreed to go back to being a mere human, knowing that Darwin would be pulling their hair in his grave.

And out of this catatonic state of inertia to the absolute nothingness I went to the most effective remedy I know: home surgery. If above the levers of death had given me the steps needed to thrive until the deity, what would be the limit of my ambition operative? How many Nobel-prize-tickets do not deserve to be on the shelf? Why no hospital is named after me with pride? Thus humbled, I proceeded to slit my dermis with several teaspoons sterilized with pinpoint accuracy, implant, removed, put, Serra, knitting and Heini for hours I gave the right result: the change of sex. And say, "a woman can not be attacked by inactivity? And I respond: I have operated now, motherfuckers.

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A man of great apathy

There was a man stuck a vagrancy, idleness
upon a superlative
apathy upon a person, once upon a lazy
well accustomed

sundial was a bad-looking, once upon a slacker
backs,
were the master of the "do not write" a blog
unfinished. Upon

indolence as a flag,
were the king of Spain vague,
the twelve tribes was vague;

Once upon a vaguísimo infinite
much more, so fierce lazy, slacker
the worst sort.

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