Thursday, December 31, 2009

Period Blook Color Of Poop

live and two of hearts (is?) Write

says that to write something, anything, to live, interact with the world, travel. Experiencing. True. The reality is inspiration, people, places give you some truth to tell, and will stimulate the imagination.

But this New Year's Eve lived in an absurd way, I would say if there was a paradigm paradigmatic "me", I was reminded that after all is not mandatory across the world and eat locusts with a Bedouin in the desert to have something to say .

Sometimes you just live to realize that the protagonist of a story, sometimes even enough to inaction, just listen to think. Analyze their few victories, defeats enumerate the endless, love the absurd platitudes that guide their choices. Listen can teach us much. It is more difficult to look at the lives of others. More painful. More self-centered if you will, and you need to rummage through his experience traces of universality, to find a way. But

Sometimes you just be yourself to have a story to tell.

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