As some of You know, I'm in finals. I'm sure more than one of you must be sick of my quejadera. The truth of the matter is that I'm CA-GA-DA . At night I have trouble sleeping because I keep thinking, "no I'm done, I have not finished, not finished. " Then in the morning when the alarm rings, I'm so exhausted, so petrified, I end up throwing out the window time. As my best therapist is this blog, I'll see if complaining as God intended, with profanity, insults and suddenly to a full-throated cry, I get out of my state of petrification.
First of all, WHY VENEZUELA CARAJO I chose one of my subjects of research? For those arriving late to the madness, I'm doing a Masters in Political Philosophy. For those living in Venezuela, it is clear that Venezuela needs a political exorcism shit out of the pit where it is submerged. One of the seminars that signed up is called "Civil Wars." Throughout the semester I heard a guy jerk to the sound of his voice. This corduroy is a typical cocky philosopher who thinks he knows everything plus. One of the pods Professor Musiú demanded was that hand over original research. While other French are going crazy trying to find an unknown for him Musiú Lame-Cock, I got my arepa under my sleeve. "Venezuela pa 'around the world." So my final paper is called "Can we talk about a Civil War in Venezuela?"
The idea came to me when I remembered an opinion article he had read in the Universal, a moron said that Venezuela was going through a Civil War on account of all homicides. I thought from the beginning that many deaths was not sufficient cause to suggest a Civil War. But then, what the fuck is a Civil War? At first the idea seemed great. On the one hand would shut his snout to Musiú and the other part was going to shut his mug all mamahuevos who walk around repeating "we are at war" when referring to the Cloaca.
AS I was wrong. First of all, get literature on Venezuela is currently impossible. All the books that there are losers who do nothing but take advantage of one of the sides. Or Chavez is the devil, Chavez is a saint. The only hope I had was Manuel Caballero, but left the show not present any book before leaving. What the hell is what is happening in Venezuela? That's the first I have to explain my work. Good question. On the other hand, is very difficult to talk about Venezuela in French!! In French fuckin tits and I have bad . I'm sick of French. A pod is to be in French classes with a bit of Chinese who can not even pronounce the R, and a sheath is to be with pure French all day to see you hurt when you speak.
I'm not saying I hate the French, at all. The more the better I know fall. FRENCH But I'm tired! Tired of not knowing how they say do not know what the hell, or something. Today I finished exploding, and here I am. Susy went home, one of the world's most adorable French. I took advantage and took up his sleeve some of the pages that I have written about Venezuela fucking shit. Susy I figured that I put two accents that I missed and I suggest to change one word for another. Ardi's naive deserve death. Susy just started reading, started to cross. The pages that were once white with black words ended up red, bloody. In every prayer I have a thousand mistakes. Sometimes the sentences are so poorly made that the poor had to delete the entire sentence and rewrite it from scratch. Can you imagine? Being in Master and not know or write. Let the devil take me! Let me take Satan!
No joke, what the fuck what the fuck master or mother-fucking thing. Should return to Caracas, buy a shotgun and go out killing people just for fun. Total, with impunity there, it's like playing Nintendo. It would be much more productive than a mastery of shit. Tomorrow morning I begin to collect cartons, as is a beggar, and begin to pick up my clutter of shit.
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