Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Cold Temperatures And Leather Furniture

Suffering of love not

Love ... Breast ... paternal ... Brotherly ... friendly ... with a capital A.

Love stifling a crazy mother died too young without taking the time to consider his illness and especially without taking into hand she even went to see a specialist who could help ...

Sweet amok than a mother who takes possession of her child as an object. HER CHILD, HER THING. Isolate the pulpit of his chair for cloistered in a dream world where only fantasies of an innocent child can keep him company.

Poor little fragile thing. Poor child abandoned to himself, locked up the top of this concrete tower with a depressed mother who sleeps all day. Fortunately, dolls and stuffed animals are there ... except that they are not very bright ...

Poor children who are made to believe that her father is a parent who cons his crazy life. A bum, a jerk, a nobody.

Poor child, so loved by his father, who unfortunately did not have the courage and strength to fight for it.

Poor child who suddenly loses his mother and finds himself forced to live with an aunt cantankerous, selfish, paranoid, retired from the army.

Poor child forced to listen to long speeches feminist cousin authoritarian and narcissistic.

Poor child that everyone has abandoned his life, without evidence of love.

Nobody fought for it, nobody bothered to listen, view, seeing it as a being. It was only a figurehead, an object that does not know what to do. A freak of nature that nobody wants.

Child relegated to silly that will never do anything in his life. Child without a place in this world.

Do not belong to a family, be excluded from any social group at school. Child so discreet and yet they all find it already takes too much space. How to disappear when there is already land in a mouse hole?

O dream world ... O dream world ... thank you for being there for me to survive.

Yes but ... the child grew up. And his life is still devoid of love.

Ten years of cohabiting with a man who has never liked ... Total destruction of being. To be? but what to be? This woman is nothing child today ... just a tummy ... an addition to fuck that nobody wants except for his pretty ass.

Who said a woman could be intelligent? Who said that the girl could be a crazy smart?

Let's talk about it until it does not make us shit, then after is always a way to draw something. Promise him the moon, let's believe in Prince Charming and well delude ourselves here. History of the kiss ... well It

does not care what is in it. A heart tell you? Feelings? But I also have feelings ... it is the woman of my life, at least until my dick is in it. After ... The mother of my child? Yeah that's the point in a uterus is not it?

Anyway she has no family. Nobody wants it. The evidence, nobody takes him since his divorce. Is not it wonderful? She could be dead and buried that no one would know. All are cons fuck her. Ten years with a branch of his family who never stopped to consider it as an ugly duckling. "We are not the same branch ... yours is my poor rotten. You really have no chance to be following a similar lined. There was a lot of inbreeding on the side of your grandfather you know. "

How to destroy a being?

Trampling it from its infancy to maturity. Do not like it. Destroy your dreams and above all, do good feel guilty while not forgetting to put him down as much as possible.

Nobody should be fighting for. Let nobody take her in his arms. Let no one be sympathetic with. But be contemptuous, have mercy this little thing cumbersome. Show him that all the world's woes are due to this small insignificant thing. Little things, but consuming too much space. Small pebble in the shoe that rotten life.

What could be more atrocious than never to be loved? Moving from the unconditional love of a mother and stifling mad total nothingness?

consider how someone could ever love us when we did everything to be loved, when we gave all our love in return and everything was back in his face.

be nothing. Only one body. A doll that is taken and thrown away when one is tired. Just one thing, neither more nor less.

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