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precarious balance disorder

Today, Saturday, the day that, generally, do little or nothing, I look around me and I decide, knowing what that means, do a deep cleaning in my room. Deep cleaning should be done in other inhospitable corners of me, but there will be time for that. I stumble a thousand times with the same objects. Look at them and ignore them. I'm indifferent. Until today. Discard the old desktop and bought a useless little table where I fit the legs on the floor sticks where I am and hopefully, my knees do not touch the printer. However, when I cross my legs, the foot I have said in the trunk of cachureos, which holds the TV that I bought from Maximilian, about four years ago and has brought only misfortunes to my biorhythm and made me a fan of unpresentable emissions will not name, to avoid self-immolation. In my new desktop
there is more minimalist than those contained in the large space above. Two containers of pencils, packed. A laminated map of Paris and rainproof. Four blocks of colored paper to put on my calendar, I do not use a mouse, a paper that says "urgent" and other doodles, my lenses, nail polish, a pen drive without cover, two tassels of wool, a pencil scripto blue, a pair of earrings, courtesy of my cousin Ignacia, an empty CD box, a loose cd, 2 VHS, 1 box tapsin night / day, 1 packet of tissues, a plastic spiderman Throwing water and have not returned to its owner (called "the refrescancia"), a cell phone charger, and of course, my computer. In it appears a cable that charges my phone again and the battery cable that converge on the carpet, connected to the shoe also has cable plugged scaldasonno and VHS, which has recorded the latest sporting events of the month for reasons academic, and which are the texts I read in the semester, a magazine Paula, two agendas that do not use a notebook, a book and the book casaideas Perfume Jen lent me to read before seeing the film . The order does not favor me or is my forte. Although I am compulsive alia: records are sorted by band, publications by date, the books by author and size in that particular order, the boxes and colors, the letters - and I have boxes of them - by date, up to the newest, like all classifiable to get my hands on. When I wash the dishes, ordered by size, so remove them at once, dry and arrange them in the cabinet without having to take time and time again the other dishes, to get the order. The folders on my computer, what to say. Sorted from highest to lowest, is classified photos and place, the work of the university in the corresponding box according to industry, semester and year and disks bands, with their titles and years of release. Crazy. But the chaos that I see when I walk, I was disturbed to such a level, I decided to spend my afternoon.
When I saw the walls this morning, I realized something was wrong in my life. It took one glance to decipher. White wall, 7 postcards. One, a woman with a skirt of bananas, presented by Amir, as well Chilean postcard a couple of people kiss under an umbrella. A postcard of Dali and a flyer that I took in Central Hall, which has many colors and I liked it. Then, the three which together caused me shock. A card drawn from a card take to Buenos Aires - obsession I have done everything possible to take those shelves - it says "the woman who looks to love." Then, the invitation to the movie "downstream" and the flyer for a play I saw some time ago called "pain." Ie "downstream" of women that love looks "and" pain. " That and the mess made me realize it's a good time to clean and discard the excess, right?

Poem Maker Acrostic Poems

Patricio made to remember this feeling of discomfort. Unemployment always bad, is a recurrent phrase in times like these. At first I was on the verge of collapse, collapsed at year end well and went to hell. Secondly, I spent almost a month thanks to the blessed stop crying that seems to lower the defenses together, so one, leaving us vulnerable to all attacks that obviously received. And now that they have been a couple of days, I smell the desperation of being static, because at this point I have not even wanted to join because we're tired, disillusioned, disappointed and all that together. We want the vacation day will come soon, but seems to extend, and days away and the beach, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the window all night, drizzle in the face from the balcony, while smoke , or laughing while we play cards, bloody unforgettable skills, they leave and not come ... What strange sensations. If not join other comment in this way, give a bad result in my psychology coolly kept, despite the challenges of Jen, trying to take the right path. After all, "the weight of happiness weighs on my shoulders" and ma shit, because I got a sack of potatoes on my back and began to walk on a rainy day in the florida avenue flooded as every year ... would be nice buns, my grandmother is still somewhat ill and feebleminded to cook. But I promised sopaipillas past, as well as we like, with orange and everything else. To pass face the fall with winter to pass and pass unemployment fears.

Letter To Request For Disconnection

35 hours the chances

to Yita (for jen)


I called at eleven o'clock Saturday night a chance to talk and how life seemed to take us. I'd say, with conviction, it was not random, it was the pure manifestation of destiny. I insisted that it was random, the fight over the phone, the term and the subsequent meeting in a room that could be anyone, at any time. Did he decide to enter your life again? Question of chance? No idea, but was happy. So we ended up finding again a night as any or none, when we wanted to go for a drink there, but it was too cold. And to frighten him, prefer to chat, catch up, jump on the minds and spread a little faith, it always appears as scarce these days, where we are surrounded by lost causes. (Here's where you come to tell me you're not a basket case, we do not really know what to do because you're scared and ask me what to do with life and concluded that the best, for now, is to meet tomorrow and drink coffee or tea, not to tempt tachycardia again and maybe fix a couple of jobs and fix the life from the balcony of your apartment).
was so good to meet again this Saturday night, when there is so much to do, but best left for tomorrow, when you leave a little sunshine, when I feel like fetching orange patio, drinking wine and in the first autumn university we sang in the car and died of grief but we laugh at ourselves, and innocent by shattered. They were good these days, when you gave me the plant, when smoked with lack of control, when we told stories of terror on the beach. Good was the appearance of your landline (which, incidentally, I do not know when to put you, because I'm out of minutes on the phone so much that I'm calling to know about your life, or to send threatening messages like "do not" because I guess in the distance). Convinced me to go see Mary. (You'll probably ask you to accompany me to see if you spread the desire that someone other than myself, I read the future). Things have gotten so good this Saturday night, when we could be doing anything different, rather than talk and meet again. But no. Random things I repeat not.

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correspondence

the first post I have in my inbox jennifer is broken. it made me remember how much constant correspondence keep sacredly with that woman. I remembered her last night because walking near his house at a time no longer spent most buses and the subway was closed. a few hours ago he left his home in questionable condition, but with abs of steel because so much laughter and happiness. Thanks to Daniel and his antics, of course, for which tune my guitar to have a live set soon, hopefully in my home. It turned out that I looked in my mail, there was much correspondence with the name of Jennifer Abbot and found pages and pages. I got to review the cellular and oh! message her everywhere. I will not refer to the content of these messages, it may be dangerous because of the large family hass that grows every day ... but those like "the embassy" has been remarkable, or "champions-ooo-one" with the laughs as she struts by providence with a happy face. since we began to read one, this friendship became much more entertaining. and when I call to ask to be connected because I copuchar and she tells me that coal is pouring into your computer scratch, but he remembered me and wanted to write. I read an email on March 9, which praised the Tibetan monk who lives in me, which I abuse to understand this strange woman, which is the year they ask, as my grandmother, but I love. then another, February 7, wherein I tell the story of the gift that I brought from Puerto Madryn, because even walking in full summer, I remembered it and I could go on telling a lot of private things - which will not - but which are evident in our sacred letters, messages and psychic adventure, in which we guess conundrum, as the pinch under the table in view and considering what happened in front of our faces ... this seems like a declaration of love, but it is not. although they could say that I love this woman even maverick, oligophrenic, misguided, absolutely lost, stubborn as her own and all those things but on the other side is a compendium of virtues, I am writing because now she is happy, at last, deserves and at the bottom of all this publicity is to put a bag of guilt over his men eventually prevent him from batting.

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