That feeling of stuff that does not belong to you anymore, that thinking about well not really the maximum of life if you think that is one thing that you've written ...
But anyway such is life changing, it is better (or worse, in each case there is change), varying the source and view the first few things that you seemed to ideas "UAO" ideas are now "Well, phew, but because I wrote poffarbacco MISUSE shit?"
A bit like reading the comments below the videos to youtube: the fourth "yeah dude" or "but you know what I would do that, santiddio?" you rotate the bales and annoy you a bit. Especially if you think the video is of a cat that is stricken with his alter ego in the mirror. In short, simply: this blog must make cuts to the past and that is why I removed N old posts, from deep roots. I left only those parts that I do not (yet) vomiting, a sort of best of (unorganized) so random, scattered.
A lavorone blogspot layout in that they do not give a pipe to anyone, but a bit like it because you re-read old things and you feel that you bring order to your life, a something sweet-sour taste. A bit like the meatballs in the office, underneath the common good grades, but you have to spread in subtle air molecules mixed waving away from that square meter with a stiff briefcase.
In short, I now feel denatured relief.
You have no idea the shit I had in these pages.
Not that it is now left who knows.
And in the future ...
But anyway.
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