Toddler Hungry All The Time

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months without posting here because I lack purpose, and left me for laziness larger text. In this sense, Twitter sucked for me, I download my verbiage 140 characters at a time at the expense of others' patience. Then I realized that last post before my raid tonight (ie, penultimate) was in September 2009, and thought of all that has changed since then, and how much.

was still chaotic in the middle of the semester, had not blown my overdraft health, had not received the money from the action of Linknet - or disappointed in me as the wait was empty, by money that came and went just as quickly, drained by the leak of accumulated loans. Had not lost 16 achievements that would miss the following months. Had not been hospitalized, had not amputated four fingers, had not yet had to change me in haste, had not spent pounds of money on medicine. Although the company was dying slowly stressful cubicle for weeks at work. Still had not stopped to think about things a motherfuckin then I thought, and more then un-thought with the same speed.

The following months were ruled by small steps that were chained off my hands too long, and now, when they returned, they seem to be out of touch again. Because there seems to be lasting peace in these small shifts. it seems that every little head up is accompanied by a stumbling, just as every small disaster is imminent rescued at the last second by a blast of compressed air at the last minute, a survival that (without wanting to sound ungrateful) just seems to hold the game for three more minutes. is tired, it's a bit tiring, expensive drugues. Now I've heard

there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

(...) Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

(...) I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

(Edição minha.)