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runs a post ...

is not the fault of children. I mean, when I hear some little child, even pedantic to say to another "so Santa does not exist" even though I do a little 'anger do not blame him. If anything, I am angry bad idea that perhaps a brother, uncle, parents themselves did not have that enchantment, that purity of intent to continue the tale, the mystery. Probably just to put an end quickly to the usual ritual of having to dress up as Santa Claus or create, in the darkness of the room, that expectation of gifts brought so mysteriously that perhaps is too boring and heavy every Christmas for 5 to 6 consecutive birth becomes necessary to close brutal affair. Or do not know.
Now, lately, a handful of atheists are possessed is giving much to be done to reveal a mystery that, like Santa Claus, we continue to believe. Well, the scoop is that even close to Santa Claus, the Man and Black Epiphany, brace yourselves, even God does not exist. AZZ! But Gentlemen ... your superior intelligence so ostentatious! All st'impegno, all these energies to do what? To unravel the mystery? For more converts to atheism? Why, we believe we are not in danger of extinction as one might easily think years ago? The tragedy is that I live very well next to non-believers, practicing Christian and I never imagined being on the atheists so fuck you from having to endure even provocative advertising campaigns and even offensive to those who, by choice want to believe in God But then
if you're good how are you fucking fucks to insist there is much about history? If not, there is no point. If the statement means that, deep down, that issues not denying His divine existence or the substance is enhanced.
Anyway I've got 'no scoop yet I: anorgasmia women do not exist! there are only men who do not know how to use the tool Who have it between her thighs. Especially those who know too busy to think too much.

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a downhill road

It's okay. The Christmas holiday is spent with the other sweet slow. Better than the others who seemed to take years to digest it quickly and mozzicate was not even the usual usual sandwich bar at the usual lunch break. I really appreciated a certain atmosphere of remission compared with a certain ostentation of the past years, even the Christmas Mass seemed more real and less bridging, less show.

I rested a lot. In fact to be honest I had to rest. What did not surprise me crabs because I expected it ... ah ... well ... that idiot ... write it as if it were to be entirely clear, but forget that it's a nice piece that does not put anything. Yeah. The reason why I did not leave after Christmas or Epiphany, or simply wish to live in this period is that some suspended, waiting. I look in all directions, and is no longer a little girl first hair I do not know if I'm lucky to wait nine months for all I have to leave or reduce the displeasure of seeing all end up in the usual twelve weeks. You are all intelligent people ... and I know that being left open-mouthed amazement start now been smiling for me ... I knew when I found out! When I am a little safer courageous and tell how it happened that afternoon in a dark and stormy with a stick in one hand and the negative puzzle Barbie to start again with my daughter I felt inside me a strange inexplicable euphoria (as in fact the response) and how it happened that some mornings changed after I noticed the smell of my pee that something had happened to me the same.

There is a long way to go. I hope it's downhill and I wait for a beautiful rosy dawn.