Torn Meniscus Strange Symptoms

O Dio.

At this hour of Sunday, the ideas of the mind s'affastellano the point from which to take the short road to the mouth, to be pronounced. Or beat the rough and difficult path that leads to your hands, to do with writing. And do not tolerate anything of what I see and feel, anything that happens. Faces compliant. Smiles worthless and useless as many money in inflation. Pat on the shoulder and hands immediately washed to be immune to fatigue of slavery. Gestures as simple or as complex as a greeting hug. I will not tolerate the bodies. The eyes, lips, saliva, teeth, breath, smells, sounds, sounds, letters, pictures, all actions, books, objects, roads and skies. I will not tolerate the gestures mean and the necessities of life. The mean work, wealth without restraint, poverty without reason, reason without feeling, feeling without tears, tears for no reason, without affecting the reasons and consequences brandished like a threat. I will not tolerate my similar or even different, not the high temperatures and even the tremors of winter. I can not stand the pain and the rain that covers the rumore. Nulla davvero sopporto se non il respiro impenitente che gonfia il petto senza che la volontà vi si possa opporre. Non mi piacciono le mani aperte lungo le gambe e nemmeno i pugni stretti della rabbia e forse neppure quelli sferrati sul volto del nemico. Non mi è davvero possibile tollerare il sapore salato e metallico del sangue ai lati della bocca. Non tollero più di non poter tollerare tutte queste minuscole cose eppure ne amo il pensiero. Non voglio esseri umani in giro per il mondo e nemmeno me stesso. Non voglio sopravvissuti, né eroi. Non vincitori, né prigionieri. Ma tutti i giorni devo percorrere questa maledettissima strada, devo farlo tutti i dannati giorni dell'anno. Ne sono obbligato e per quanto cerchi di camminare con estrema and consists of education, as I try not to run, for how hard I promise to look carefully at the ground where I put every single step, I can not stumble in the sensitivity of someone, lying, almost lost object, the edge of the road . At all times the impact of a shoulder snooty guy who harangue the crowd with the importance of education, that of others. I can not not cause discomfort. It will never be quite the poison that brought in here. Never enough to die. Never enough to be immune.