when is it now

vendredi 14 février 2014

today it is no

today it is no, and yet I tried to write it , but it does not matter , once more in the same direction and I'm always more in less , because for the same story there too much character , you get lost in a not like a weight, anyway I know what it is , it means that it is tenderness when we can imitate everything about welfare , for example I make a sauce that can not move, it is because of her age, she is too small to pass through the door , so I feel that I 'm not going to go to the cinema I'll still have to pay attention to the passage which was discovered in 1695, that year I was not yet in school , but I had the privilege to take possession of a thirst for knowledge, that time is sacred it is a choice that falls , well, here I thought you were in Berlin, but no I could not go because of my leg hurts, good ha , what she this leg, he showed me , it was made of wood , you laugh at me, but not the wood that works especially in wet weather , it rotates in one direction and then I can not go right , you have to cut another it's complicated , whenever it is necessary to start from scratch , but we must do with what we have, or rather what was more because I actually lost my leg jumping on a mine, I had not been paying attention, I was on a holiday in a refugee camp in northern Syria , and one day we organized a football match , but we did not know before, it was the border and to protect the country had installed urinary protections , and now that scoring a goal , I jumped a little too far, and the mine explodes , I'm going to spin it catches me they send me to the hospital, there is me beech said he remains , why do I say to get a wooden leg , what, what leg, that you lack, indeed with my hands I want to take my two legs, one that will but on the other I seized the sheet of my bed, then I say okay for a wooden leg beech

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