vagal
-We don't really have to do it, it's just a suggestion.
-Sure, but what can we do about it? There isn't really a choice, you know?
-...
-I don't like to be called a distributor, there should be a word more classy for it.
-What about "middleman"? It's kind of hot.
-No, it's too mundane.
-And how about "dealer"?
If we could only pour things directly into people, things will sure be a lot different
I look just like a straw, and the most probable thing is that I will look like that for all of my life. I'm not sure if I should call it a blessing or a curse, although everyone says they'll be happy to switch places.
we used to chat a lot back then. I remember staying up all night in a conversation that seemed to last forever, yet when read aloud it will not take more than fifteen minutes. I wonder whether now that I can call her the magic of those long moments of getting in touch is forever lost; I can't get an hour staight of talking.
I swear that I've seen that cap before -said the girl to the man.
-Yes m'am, I'm sure you have- said him smiling
"It's all about hard earning" you said after a long, long conversation in the bar. "You know, the reason I got to stay with April is that all that I did was directed at that goal. You, my friend, just let her pass". I looked at him and thought that may be he was right this time
His voice is bland, as the shortness of this entry
"The comtemporary man looks for his savage roots in a different way that his ancestors. Today, his huntings consist on getting the hottest girl at the bar, the gatherings are the achivements in videogames. However, the essence is the same, like he is doomed to repeat the act of hunting and gather, one way or another"
"Every rose has its thorn" was the song thah Adam could hear in the radio just after he went to Rosy's. It was odd that the song played right then, but hey, of this coincidences the life is made.
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