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House. As if
Glass. And you
. Your
odor. This
Nothing.

You saw it.
You laughed?

Why?
you afraid of me?
you afraid for me?
Play.
E 'Christmas. This

Nothing.

You cried.
Your tears of blood scent of regret.
know them.
Each one of them.

You cried.

I wish I could hear. Try
. Understand.
I had not done for you.
Do not think you'd be past. But
.

You cried.

you afraid of me?
you afraid for me?

Tell me.
What did you think?

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There are animals that seems made to serve as a model for the stuffed animals.
One of these 'such as the giraffe.
What Darwin is a charlatan, well, I think established by history and it is out though the 'slightest doubt. This
useless animal, in fact, we can 'serve as a starting point, and finally to a new sense, the scientific revolution.
We now turn to the theories of Charles, then scherziamole greatly, we are now using the animal said to provide two or three points for consideration.
Small example:
The Giraffe has a long neck ... and ok, that's' obvious.
Why '?
Darvin raises his hand:
Charles, I saw that you scaccolavi, do not do more ', however, deliziaci with your theories on, come on ...
- Darwin "Excuse me sir, anyway, here I thought that the giraffe has the long neck, 'cause, for generations, being in the bush, where food is scarce, has had to adapt to lengthen the neck, looking for food in the branches' tall, where competition from other herbivores, however, was far less pressing. "
Ah, ah, good, and our Charles.
I could also pass over the fact that hast terribly bored with your wacky theories, but listen, do not you think that maybe the giraffe, for instance, no defendant would evolve into a fruit ?
But tell me, you seem normal, that an animal so large and heavy, and spent all my life to eat the leaves ... too anemic without salt and oil?
If you try to raise that hand you the saucy one-handed .. . so your children will be born without a hand, happy?
I will explain myself, giraffes have long necks, to be more 'funny and can inspire the imagination of the creators of toys.

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There 's a battle that is not noble, for an annihilation *?
Obviously yes, but it 's nice to say no, so we all believe.
Anyway, now that we understand the basics, we must aim at serious issues and concrete.
The so-called world of work, as we know, water on all sides. There is no 'need for a movie or song, to remember, as we knew our grandparents, who, "to work tired." Well
to relieve the suffering of workers, let's see 'that you can' mix and match.
You could do a better classification of the unemployed, but to say ste 'shit there are already' regional TV news.

The so-called working class, should feel lucky, or rather, a worker should feel lucky for the mere fact of being such.
Actually 'is lost sight of in this way, what is' the ultimate end of man ... or rather I would say the ape, that 'idleness more' deep and continuous.
a mystery I do not think the situation of child labor in the world.
Many children, who for a dollar a day, pack nike shoes and balls ... adidas or (to name the first two manufacturers in the world).
And then on, we give a smile to these children!
Fate, in the comments, your most 'sincere congratulations,' cause I'm really good, and are content just as well, so they deserve our recognition and yours!
Good job, guys, keep it up!

* Ma .. "Annihilation" is not 'feminine mica ... then it does not take the accent, right?

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... being.
Me

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Sometimes the threads of our contemporary world, which seem are twisted and thorny.
Some propose solutions of convenience, for example
- a religious fanatic, can repair itself in blind faith,
- a sports fanatic, can repair itself in its blind faith
- a fanatic political, can repair itself in its blind faith
- a fanatic onanist, nell'UDC is repaired.

For the rest, the "time of enlightenment," has given way to "time of death throes."

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're overwhelmed by excess weight?



annihilated is obviously counter.
When in May, in view of the summer the news fill their space in time with the killer hot low season, but especially with the diets for the "proof costume," you ignore all this nonsense and distinguish yourself from the crowd.
diets of rhubarb, tendering, pre-summer fitness, Ribatti pursuing effective solutions, you will not go unnoticed among the populace.
Are you overweight?
Cut an arm!
immediately lose several pounds in one sitting!
So you can deal with the seasons' light.

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not find the words.
Lestat. Failing to find them.
can not really explain.
And what I feel. And how I feel.

I've always been a sentimentalist. Yes, always.

Just as if a part of me had melted. Was over. Destroyed.
Just as if I could not halt the tears of blood. Why was I
. Why was mine.
God Louis God, tell me. Why? Choose
kill with ruthless attention to where your disapproval?
Do you really win?
Or is it just that the Garden Wild shouts his freedom to be?

And, to increase the pain.
All those people who talk without really understand.
A competition to see who screams louder.
But what do they know? WHAT?

Paris is my soul.
But New Orleans was my heart.

Lestat.

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Sensations

ticking in the distance.
tap. Some
lightning.
But it does not rain.
noise from the street.
A woman cries near the hot dog stand.
No onions.
Mojo breathes.
Plan.
His heart beat. And my
.
Elsa, down to the third floor, left again dropped his book on the ground.
Now he sleeps. Tomorrow
not remember on what page is here. And then

NY.
summer.

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In these months of absence ...
In these months of absence.
None. None.

What a strange word for a being that has existed for 244 years.
many months, how many years absence.

None.

feelings.
circumstances.
of subtle and exhilarating moments.

Sometimes I feel distant from me. Maybe I should sleep.
die a little.



I lost a house, a few months ago.
Maybe you think it is silly of me.
After all, they're just things.
And that house, after all, had always been an uncontested domain of Marius.
the time of his recent love for the Little Monster.
Yes, my silk butterfly.

I had seen for the first time in 1907, a few years before returning to New Orleans permanently.
was a big house in the English colonial style.
And it was in the midst of the sea.
Unica. Magnificent. Perfect.
had bought it almost immediately.
Marius has made his home since the beginning preferred the 30s, while I slept, say, for lack of interest in to the world.

Maybe things are really just things.
But for a vampire, this vampire, every detail has a unique charm, and renounced. Unparalleled
memory.
Light, sound, color, fragrance.
trees and sea. Wind. The rustle thin.
The stars, the dim light the lamp of the porch.
The spicy smell of the kitchen, now distant memory of admissions, the rocking chair creaking on the dark wood. The bed pillows
from large bright green, the desk of Marius.

When I want to live my NY is part of the world.
When I fall in love I admire my wisteria Roman.
In times of loneliness, in times like this, just my little house in Paris granted me asylum.
But when I, too, even the splendid and tireless vampire, she needed a tiny moment of serenity rewarding, it was there that I came.

Now there's nothing left.
The sea has taken everything away.
The sublime moments of love, the ebony table in the living room.
Everything.



None.
months of loneliness.

Louis in New Orleans. The Little Monster
here. A Paris.
I can feel the throbbing too fancy at this time.
David knows. In some remote region of Tibet, maybe.
Or in Rio, with Malloy.
Solitude. I do not want

to see any of them.
Not so, not now.
I will not try. No.
Seeking applications.
Passion.
Illusion of a feeling that I can not understand.

The only small, happiness is Florence.
My beautiful Florence, 187 cm vulgar innocence.
I look at it twice and it is me.
will be at least 5 years flying in the same place this way.
is standing there on the corner waiting for customers.
always smiling, in her short skirt with sequins in his amazingly unnatural blonde wig.
beats during the day, Florence.
I wish I could give the address of my little home here, near Abbesses, so you can also remain intoxicated by her look happy.
Once I said to one of you. Other
memories.

Florence.
Recently, the evening does not work very much.
The invitation here for a few hours.
I'm a good customer for Florence. Perhaps, even, a friend. I offer
of you I do get just for her.
smiles. He says.
savor her pauses, looks and accents.
A life like mine. Maybe that's why I understand.
Maybe that's why I have not done mine.

carelessly touches the lives of others in a moment of confusion, passion and blood.
Florence and Lestat.
Then the cup is empty.
and paid.


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