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Red October (For nothing annihilated)

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.