Ontario Registar A Home Made Trailer

Turn into me

Human relationships have died, technology has taken over the last few corpses that diligent undertaker who devote themselves to remove from the streets. I'm waiting for my turn. The bodies do not know more at the theater or oratory, a hothouse of sacrificial victims, but on twitter, aseptic and safe place. He pretends to be someone else's dream and become what we always wanted to be but life circumstances have prevented us from becoming one. The essence dies, the mirrors smoke and laugh and get rich. And so, people "nice" occur in the artificial paradise of social networks "Hello, my name is Renzo and I am the person you're looking for." They are full of interest, even allow you to read the classics and to collect dolls, I never look more sporting and television, they always do charity, go to the dentist twice a year and have no venereal diseases.
madness is sold at low prices. No longer read the classics, except for a few gay friends, 60 year old, single with much free time and suffers from insomnia and no sane you collect dolls, and even if it would be better to specify the type, in order to discover the first night of having to share a bed with an inflatable doll and discovered with regret that the plastic will always beat a bit 'of cellulite. As for being a sport: either they are fanatics or the unique sport of bodybuilding is the sport that they know by osmosis: spend Sunday at the stadium or, worse, play fantasy football. On second thought, better total abstinence from human relationships. Total.