Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Do Baking Cups Burn In The Oven

Why read "The Threepenny Opera" by Brecht?

Why it's snowing outside and the heater is not warm enough, because there are two degrees and I did not want to go out, because I do not like the novel began, seems to be written by a girl, because my best friend gave me a hole, because after all we are not so different from the characters, because I do not want to watch TV so there is never anything, because today I listened to Piazzolla and I was heart broken, because someone had to be with me tonight but did not come, because the dinner will be frugal and I will satisfy, because my dog \u200b\u200bdecided to stand sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, because people call you only when they need to tell you something and never know how you are, but you call me mom and stand in silence and then I understand that it is only a phone call to find out if they are still alive, because it shows us things we do not want to see, because some things should be re-read several times in life, because I must stop.
need something to happen again. The work I do is too hard, because my work consists in exciting human compassion. There are a few things-a few! - Capable of touching the man, some few, but the trouble is that, if used frequently, lose their effect. Why do people have the tremendous power to harden as it were to your liking. So for example it happens that a man who sees another man standing on a street corner with a stump in the arm, so upset the first time remains of course to give him ten pence, but the second time by only five pennies, and if he sees a third time, delivers it safely to the police. The same happens with the resources of moral .

Friday, December 4, 2009

La Fitness Sales Positions

"cookies malted grain for a Better World" Sense and Sensibility


prepare you as a child to face life because they teach you that you have to be nice and good to succeed, and in this way, at the age of four years, you fuck the rest of life.
You work hard during the five years of elementary memorizing poems incomprehensible that you have to say with a big, vacuous smile on Christmas Eve, dressed as a Scotsman in the middle of winter, but you live in Italy and have a very warm and socks Wool you itch to death. But pretend you do nothing and so many questions because you're lucky, so you have repeated the age of four years. "I'm ready mom I studied poetry and take a nice 9 but could someone teach me to cross the street today because they put me almost in?" Face the medium bravely pretend to nothing when the bully of the third c throws you the folder, every day in the garbage and you will have to immerse high 1:10 into the garbage around the neighborhood of the city well, discovering that they are not as refined as eat in the dressing. But you go straight on your way because your job is to go to church on Sunday and take in the great verification of mathematics does not come on so hard ... they all do! They come to high school and is a trauma in the classroom with you because we are the children of poor neighborhoods, those who smoke in your face and you do not even know what a book but you fall in love and try to do so but only to the rebel days alternatives because we need to study and not waste time, ever. We graduated with 110 and think, "I got" I can finally relax, but it is a wishful thinking and hard as a cup of coffee. "There are people who have a master's degree abroad, you can too otherwise you're nobody!" And so allocation for other years: advanced courses, masters, postgraduate courses, but begins to become pale, but never mind, you can get some light. Lacking iron? Injected. Too much sugar? Low-calorie diet. One morning I woke up with a headache: chronic fatigue syndrome. Our generation lives on illusions, be brave and prepared is good for nothing, we stood firm, the world turned, and we still wait. Eventually the truth is simple: the son of the dentist is a dentist, the daughter of the pharmacist is a pharmacist, the son of a notary is a notary, the director of the hospital is the lover of the Administrative Director Sssh but do not need to know but no one knows all, the Minister has given to another minister of another ministry, if you can transsexual go around in Porsches, but then they kill you, in your office all have given to the head-cock except you that in fact you stayed at home. What happened to the class to which your partner did you ever copy homework? Ah. entered into politics and run with the bodyguards.