A spark
This morning like most mornings off, I woke up too early, at about the time that I wake up when I go to the office. Sleep is a mechanical relentless. I would love to sleep longer, but my body used to waking up five days a week always at the same time decided to make it to his head. So here I stand, my love while still asleep. I have yet to drink coffee because I still hope lorsqu'Amélie still asleep eventually return back to sleep against her warm body. At the very least I can enjoy the pleasure of announcing when it will wake up "I wrote on LJ! "- What the delight, I know. Or, is there a greater happiness than to make happy the woman you love? And let's be honest, I also overflows with joy when I come back here. I like seeing one of my dearest friends, whom I unjustly abandoned, though my life is so intimately tied to his.
So I woke up too early, I said, I traveled briefly Facebook then I consulted my RSS reader to see what was happening on the blogs - I do not know why, too, since my rss reader, far from bringing me blogs, me to Pluto , t away. I remember those days where I patiently from one address to another, where I attached each time they deserve, even - especially - those who e ; scribe once every two months ... The truth is that my claims me away from daily obligations blog, I have already said, and that stopping to write about as I stopped to read. The two have been inseparable for me. Should I take both, certainly, but I will certainly start to read.
Looking through my rss reader infamous, so I came across a beautiful text that blip wrote, where he spoke LS fireflies Didi-Huberman. Through his thoughts, twitching wrote this wonderful thing: "How can we make an apology for the time without realizing that our voices faithfully reproduce the hissing a viper. " Aphorism so well crafted that the replays to infinity although we each read is perfectly painful. It took me back to Minima Moralia . I thought that was exactly the kind of sentence that could be found in Minima Moralia .
I thought Minima Moralia, then, and it led me elsewhere. And it put me in fucking. I started to think about these people who stand still in a position to dominate others and complete mastery of their subject. Mostly, it just annoys me, but this morning it makes me furious. And I think it fucking pathetic. It fucking pathetic Always make sure that we will be in a position that will allow us to completely dominate another is fucking pathetic to praise of the other when we ' arranged so that there is always that of me is fucking pathetic to repeat endlessly the same phrases about the same things, it fucking pathetic to ensure that the voice on the other we will never do that to argue in a wide staging is fucking pathetic to think that the other has nothing relevant to say - shit, now burst eardrums and tore up his eyes, for that matter, As well as being so full of yourself, you're obviously convinced that the world did nothing to bring you so much - is fucking pathetic never agree to confront the new, to the non-mastered, it fucking pathetic have traditionally lost the ability to be shaken. It's fucking pathetic. And more and more I write my anger subsides because, in truth, it's just sad to be dead like that, being dead for so long. At the very least, this would just be sad if this rule was not effective ...
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