born
That is obvious. Would not be here otherwise. Life is generated. We grow and mature say. While it may be too much to say. It is the maturity of the sum of the degrees of acceptance to submission. A more servile, more mature. Life degenerates. When we got to old. Curious. This is when life is regenerated.
is generated. Frustration. Grows unstoppable. Or so he thinks. Takes over our emotions. Or so claimed. Manipulate decisions. Or it wants. But one day degenerate cornered by the weapons they found in the arsenals of the road. Thank goodness. This allows us to shoot from the rooftops instead of shooting us.
One day soon begins to rise yet more good than harm. We went to sleep godlike in our fortunes. Without calculating the awakening can slap upside down. And, of course. Movida. A wrong step. An unfortunate decision. An act of control. Bad news. A faceless asshole. Indifference. Two sentences. Three more comic potential.
is now bundled. We let the frustration with all its destructive energy. He captures our emotions. Manipulate decisions. And every time it becomes more resistant to being cornered.
Luckily we hit with words that make us let them see the housetops.
Instead of shooting us.
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