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Bad Poetry and vice savagery

tells me suspicious: Non be a facherío ...

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What I write is a summary of his way to the reading, the story. Is fine, but without periods or commas. It's like one of those monologues Ulysses, but grace. I put my points (pellets in pencil that look like stones on the line) and congratulate her. Points are a concession, of course. Within two or three years, at most, and tell you how you have to write, or rather how to write. He recorded the heat gradually, and then goodbye. Write as if instead of paper had to carve in marble the sentences.

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blew the dust off the 2004 Daily . Book writer role of star, scourge of liars (almost all are), headless puppets (most are), and croaker almost always. That's what I see in him and read a lot. Nor is there much more to read in the newspapers, and I'm addicted to the daily paper. I glance at the copy, I remember buying the Alcampo for two euros when they went to my cart and the shopping list in hand. I threw on the leeks and today I am on it, because from that day I have leeks just had a look. Now I understand what the two euros. What to read yesterday here when that today is not today. today is a very and breaking, embalmed in formaldehyde or those fetuses as a permanent bug in a glass jar to keep fans of filth with bug. It is also true that it was very bad year. It is a year that was easy buried under the weight of 11-M. Not so much with the dead, which is always important to staff, but less, as the authors of the slaughter, or the alleged perpetrators, as important to the story and especially for the reconquest of public affairs. Have passed, what years, seven years of writing. This man writes well and has enough doses of evil to give us good things, but it kills so much faith in the reality, and continues to manage its corrections to the pen that deviate from it. Reality. Not much. The reality here is not that reality be more general to be hitting at night in the newspapers but never found just one the street. Or at home. And the worst is not that. What's worse is that some money every day reminds me most pure and playful animal that insulting to the reds and oranges and even the wicked from the ABC colorless. What was his name? Jaime Campmany. And I had to read her articles at Campmany, for not studying. But that was a vice, and the bad.