Day Lennon was killed I was studying to yield a substance which is called mechanics. A cock unbearable. Facu militiamen at the time was a continuous and permanent punishment. There was something called "Punishment Committee". Can you believe it? Can you believe the official name they give to being unable to appear in two consecutive tables if surrendered badly in the first?
Well, there I was between Euler angles and spatial coordinates burning my eyelashes against the notes. Suddenly, without warning, came the cry. A sea of \u200b\u200btears and snot dawn flooded my studio when the news reached my limit conscious: "Lennon was killed." The world could not be more fucking. Above, was four hours to go to pay that shit matters.
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a while ago, while sipping a Cabernet with garlic chicken, I wondered how will react if I hear of the death of Keith Richards?
is not unlikely. Richards walks the border for 30 years. I know I will be playing close. I have to endure the barrage of comments ignorant of radio and TV commentators who do not understand a bottle of anything. I have to endure endless crying pelotudeces to finish alone. Or laughing. I do not know. After all, Richards is an invitation to the irreverence, lack of respect, to shit in the world ... and at the same time, a proposal for life, a ticket to the viscera of feeling, a finger pointing: "Boy, your life is your life. Go where you want."
Fuck You. Fuck you Want?
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