Report from the Centennial Park
Although I live very close, long ago since I came to Centennial Park. I have mixed feelings, is well arranged, is neat. However, it has those bars that leave so macrizado. And thank goodness that "macrizado" does not sound natural, but would mean that we have among us. If acuñáramos a term for what is their mark. Fortunately it is not so stuck in our collective.
out of bed to come to the park, that's fine. Because excess bed accentuates states of mind. And when you're in doubt, as today, the bed becomes like a sauna in summer, no swimming pool and in the middle of the mountain. Without the wonder of being in the mountains, of course.
Again I have wanderlust. The question arises whether one year to go to Africa and Europe comes and goes. This week is going. Like to travel there to be good, but it is leaking. It's like smoking pot. Do not disapprove of smoking pot, but you must do when you are fine, but it escape. Now that 'I disapprove.
I have wanted to take a course in clowning.
not a lot to write. I have my Google Doc with a lot of ideas and sentences like that are like frozen sperm for future posts. All we need is I become an egg. Will come. Nor do I it's the last post, that of throwing a smoke bomb, put a face of mystery and disappear. I mean, words are few persons who obviously have meaning for me. It's not like "bottle ass ball without so on behind." But then, nah. These licenses are allowed but only from time to time.
On Tuesday they took my wisdom teeth. And yesterday I took beer and ate peanuts. Ja! For the dentist looks for TV stations.
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