When I get bored, that is to say often, I always end up on some blog. I avoid it clear that boredom, presumably induced by inactivity, does not stop me in any way to stay in front of the computer and practice new forms of literary otium offered by digital technology. The reading of others' cocks. I visit the blog for the fun, I do it all the time. I came to believe that it is a form of redistribution of energy that allows me to compensate for the laxity of the musculoskeletal system with the cognitive training. Unlike flaccidissimi buttocks, my mind is in fact very much in shape. Not to mention the criticism of my talents. Some have argued that my passion for carbohydrates resulting from this. It seems that a prolonged mental activity results in an increased need for complex sugars, or something like that, but almost an insatiable demand for legitimate pasta and the like. It seems in fact that my mens is a schizophrenic and insane tracagnotto body internally but hyperactive.
This activity reader blog I take it very seriously. I've taken a couple of which now I just can not do without, I like reading them so much that I also created a dummy mind of their authors. I gave him a voice, an aspect of peculiar characters, including a tic. Tic and it is these that today I come to quibble. The banality of these tics. Of how to recreate all the time: the hallmark of a certain type of blog authors. Yes, because my business is not easy but looting investigation social research, analysis, data collection. The reader of the blog is not simply the facts of the other, she studies them and then develop, after long and careful observation, part of a plot but nevertheless true, the current state of their lives. The lives of the next thirty years. In short the lives of people like me. Perhaps a sublimation of my Peter Pan complex? It seems madness, but madness is not, unfortunately, the blog, I see people around me and even myself. So you might as well take us seriously. Especially when the generic term "blog" Let's limit mock those spaces in which the newly acquired collection of two thousand years go by collecting, for the common good, witness the miserable existences.
2.0 Anatomy of the blog: to provide a social service and free throw into their stories, to:
a) vent
b) take an active role in "community" in real life where it plays a passive
c) do stand turned around their fortunes through frequent virtual also losers (the comparison of what one might suddenly feel kissed by luck)
d) satisfy the imperative sharing that looms behind the "
s) in rare cases bullshitting and / or distribute predicaments to dissolve the new age chakra own and others
may seem simplistic but it is so, put a blog in the hands of an individual between 25 and 30 years and see if it ends up talking about: slanders of the human race, morally corrupt , friendships betrayed, insecure employment, nostalgia for the old lovers, dissatisfaction, discomfort, hypochondria, genital measurements (Length and width in the most daring), tennis elbow, housemaid's knee, and again unlucky in love and also to the game. See if anyone ever complains about the callus of the scribe as we had the poor Garrone. Patients who have not voted for me are two works there as that poor kid's book Heart, but inexplicably they all feel very creative and eager to get started. In fact they are full of enthusiasm, but it seems that apart from them, no one notices. So while I wait for the angel Gabriel will take some advertising agency taking drugs, taking pictures, attending evening in the page above and you pull the tarantella with someone once a month or a year lamentaneranno for human smallness and sometimes even sexual.
And it is here that I say a little something 'to all of us disaffected youth. And 'it possible that in thirty years we are still writing the diary with a list of good and bad? Can it be that this world is only cowards and whores, so full of pieces of shit who should feel comforted always sacrificed to some cruel fate? But if only by dint of this blog go for the eyes and hands of the same people always become a kind of explosion of the victims of masturbation spoiled children of some home-mom?
In the end they are a bit 'bored by these neo-Lutherans who feel more pure and spend their days a verge on the cruel nature of man and posters about what they were born unlucky. Ja but Quann maje. Nothing is missing, azz my mom called for hunger in Africa for years when he had to throw the rice and cabbage in the trash because no one, not even me, if you eat it. But if Leopardi at least had the excuse of having to scartellate and rodent, these That have that wrong?
bored Yes it's true, but in the end I shall continue to screw them always equal to themselves where you just have half written poem on a few home-made and printed two photographs for the newspaper of the district to feel Remarkable and unique characters who do not deserve to exist in a corrupt world.
What I'd like to say to this line of D'Annunzio is that my social service is open 24 hours on 24, even on weekdays and holidays, and that therefore he would not abandon their blogs that would not otherwise know how to kill the hours of the summer heat.
