From very young age I realized the hypocrisy is one of the evils of man, like the theft the greed or simply perfidious truth we hide for us intellectuals. Each and every one of us are stupid arrogant that we believe the truth ... excuse, the truth does not exist but a complete set of truths.
As I'm sick of being stolen or take me for a fool , also of hipocresíay of human stupidity ... I decided that only one I want to see my entries. Yes, it is a conclusion decisióny very wise and fortunate I think.
My texts are not stolen, they are mine and are under copyright. I like writing, but also to recognize my work. Still do not understand all those other letters that get medals, I find pathetic. Believing heroes gain nothing to society, because they can deceive but not forever ... discover the truth always.
Hypocrisy ... well I have been adding to favorites and friends many people, and then without warning me out of favorite ... nothing. I do not care and as we say in my country: I peel it. But from now accept only certain people in my Livejournal and these people have access to my texts, editions, commentaries and even how stupid I can be. Surely more than one has laughed with all my misfortunes load of nonsense and told with humor ... black humor was missed.
to sin I egocentric and cocoon, is an intellectual pose that attracts a lot (not to say that some will use the bar of a bar at four o'clock (which is not guaranteed to be flirting with her, only to be used)), and veto the entrance to this cave (though I doubt become fashionable nightclub) to anyone who does not fulfill the conditions that seem appropriate to me. Now
sure many will say words of " what asshole, and it was interesting " or "often resentful idiot" ... no, no mistake. My privacy comes first , What I like to preserve daily mental and laundry for all to see my ugly thoughts lying in a communal roof ... no, not to my liking.
here to enter only those that really make me feel comfortable in their company , you know, or that I have found interesting in his invitation of friends. I'm not a movie star or a famous writer or a prodigy on the guitar ... I am an ordinary boy with pretensions to remain so. Do not deceive my perfect vocabulary and well-written ... I'm still a damn impulsive, I'm still the same, but something wiser.
To heal in health ... this remains closed for blinded eyes to be followed in the presence of shadows ... we summarize : if you're not my friends and you can go to hell, you will not see anything more than these words which I deny the pass.
