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I dreamed I was asleep, to wake up and discover that nothing in the language had a lot of thorns pierced. Large spines as chopsticks and black. More or less as sea urchin spines.

strange thing is that it hurt me but me was very "thing" and shame and why have not ugly thorns in the language, so I decided to tear it myself. And agarrré clamp.

bleeding when removed not only hurt a little. But I was terrified that my tongue will stay with a lot of pits and take hot coffee imagine when everything is going to brew between the holes and certainly going to hurt me a lot.

was going slowly removing all. I was surprised that at some point because there were too many that had gathered. All on a plate.

only had one, one that saw the thickest and longest of all, through the frenulum of the tongue and reaching ago. I started to remove and noticed that it was like most red and hurt a lot. Also I was afraid that, as those who do evil a tongue piercing, I had no sense of taste. Or so they say. I know someone who has lost all sense of taste for a tongue piercing. But anyway as what dread. Because I never could taste things and everything would be like eating paper. Or wood, paper or wood.

I saw in a mirror to see how he had been my poor language and fainted. I woke up, sleep again, and I drank a glass of milk and I knew nothing, ate other things and nothing. Had lost the sense of taste. And among llorillore because it was awake.

woke up very hungry, headache, and bad and then we went to eat better and I had breakfast a few waffles with maple syrup that I learned to glory, then I was glad that there is only a dream and I a little happier. I even went and bad and it fucking all!

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never too late until it's impossible. In the awkwardness

It may sound cliché as the world but just a few days ago I discovered that never too late.

never too late to talk to that person that we remember and how much we wanted to speak for long time. Never too late but found that "after I talk to you" and hang out and spend the time and then no longer speak but we remember because we're ashamed because you have already spent considerable time and thus gradually fades friendship and communication. Never too late, even though we fought and we want to reconcile. It is never late, never.

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More importantly, this says: No o one knows what they have until they lose .

few days ago I learned of the death of a dear friend of many years. I felt so sad as it is obvious. As sad as necessary. As sad as I am still. But I I felt and feel very upset with myself because a couple of months, I remembered it, I said I would speak, but then said "Oh, but what if it is rather late now." After "Oh better then" After "Chance and I find it on the messenger Ai and post later." And that never happened.

died and I could tell he loved her very much, that was a great friend and greatly missed if I needed. For just feel now.

's why I say now is never too late. You only need to stop being slothful and decide to pick up the phone and dial. Or search using the popular phone that friend you've stopped talking and we do not have your number, or if yes, insurance is one of many years and already changed it. But you can.

Today márquenle a friend you have not seen in a long time. One very dear. Tell what you have to say. I'm sure you will not regret.

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I always have said and I never denied it. I repeat and repeat it so much that I think so: I'm clumsy.

I am from those walking in the street, faced by a bit distracted with anything. And usually I do, when I walk, I see the sides of buildings, trees, ads, which then unwittingly I fall, I fall flat on poop or poop. Well, that never happened.

The last and most painful time is when I slipped, and in the cartoons, with a banana peel while I was watching the phone. Who the hell drops a banana peel that is not Disney or Warner Bros.? It hurt more than the ego, of course, that the coup because it was early and there were many office workers around me, just going to work. I was glad the day. Soil

brighten the day for many. And sometimes not and I'm glad, but it hurts. Like the time it was raining and I slipped on the stairs a bridge when going downhill. And by the way, there also explained more of my stupidity.

In the subway or the bus I'm always here to there "because I can not stand good or properly grab the tube and when braking because there No'man I'm reeling. Several times I have fallen. I do not understand. Is there a way to grab and not fall? How do you keep the sellers to have as much skill and challenge laws of inertia and hence will not fall over vendivende their stuff?

Returning to the street. Whenever I screw in holes, I twist a leg or I stumble with a stone. Also, it happens that when I explain something use many gestures and accidentally hit people all the time. When I say something is great big open my arms and caught the eye of someone coming back. It might seem a purpose but it is not. I'm clumsy and do not measure the dimensions of my body.

When I'm at the table and stretch out my hand to drink a glass or battery pull a pitcher or a fork goes flying. Or something has to happen.

When I'm with my boyfriend and I hug, I pick an eye or give him a slap in the face. And says he's going to accuse of domestic violence. But not my fault months or herself. But more of my stupidity.

And, bluntly, as I am a blow job.


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A mysterious and haunted mansion

There's nothing like a home where they say the mystery round, ie ghosts and more, as the following story an enchanted place, it really is to give chills.

I think they've made films about this site, is that the subject is a novel and tapes related to the world of the supernatural.

know this story about a mysterious, haunted mansion

all started in 1881, where Mrs. Sarah Winchester, widow of gun manufacturer, a lady who will understand enjoyed a huge fortune left by her husband Oliver Winchester, but happiness was not part of his life, as he swore it was haunted by ghosts.

Fear lived in the heart of the woman, therefore sought the advice of a psychic to ward off spirits people killed with rifles made by her husband. He recommended adding rooms to confuse ghosts.

did so for 40 years, adding more than 100 rooms. Sara died in 1922 and have to round the labyrinthine corridors of his mansion in San Jose, California.

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