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Ever feel while you're making toast, a compulsive desire to throw the toaster a glass of water? I do, but I refrained. After cutting the grass, I went on a toad with the machine and cut it in pieces. It was impossible to avoid, was among the tall grass, I did not see. It was fun. When I light a match that could light a candle or a fire that burns one hundred hectares of forest. But take my hand from the pine needles. When kill a fly, I think that in a second destroyed millions of years of evolution. And I do not believe God.
Last night I dreamed I was walking down a dirt road, very long, very straight, surrounded by darkness, and that with every step I took, the road behind me was falling like bricks falling into the void, but the road never ended. Probably, someone had the accounts of how many bricks fell. One, two, three .... million, million, million.
One of these days when it rains a lot, I'll leave and I will be standing under the rain to see how much you stand with your eyes closed, imagining that never stops raining. Maybe, for taking la contra, la Naturaleza decide que la lluvia no se detenga por un millón de años. Bueno, deberé acostumbrarme.


Have you ever felt, while you're doing toast, the compulsive desire to throw a glass of water within the electric toaster? I do, but I refrained. Once, cutting the grass, I went on a toad with the machine and cut it in pieces.It was impossible to avoid, he was among the tall grass, I did not see. It was not funny. When I light a match, I think I could light a candle or a fire that burns one hundred hectares of forest. But I remove my hand from the pine needles. When I kill a fly, I think that in a second destroyed millions of years of evolution. And I do not believe God.
Last night I dreamed I was walking down a dirt road, very long, very straight, surrounded by darkness, and that with every step I took, the road behind me was falling like bricks falling into the void, but the road never ended. Probably, someone had the accounts of how many bricks fell. One, two, three .... million, million, million. One of these days, when it rains a lot, I'm going out and I'll be standing in the rain, to see how I stand with my eyes closed, imagining that never stops raining. Maybe, just to contradict, the Nature decides that the rain did not stop for a million years. Well, I'm going to have to get used to.