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Chapter 71: Irresponsible. Chapter 70 Metabloguismo

When you start talking, if you do not control, you end up saying things that do not want to say. And if you're a loudmouth. That happens to everyone. But I wanted to write on the blog. Why?
Today in class we have sent a text comment overnight. And I have the page open and I have not even begun to read it. And I thought of something that happened to me recently. And then I thought it would be cool to do a long post about it. But I have not gone well. I also thought it would be cool to try to do a chapter each day.
Who knows, maybe it succeeds.


And yes, I got to the head in a mess of skirts. Try giving them more data to go over the week. Now I will read the article by Laura Bohannan "Shakespeare in the Jungle

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, or what is being "I have the Abandoned Blog"

When you do Chapter 69 and makes not the slightest joke, not the slightest allusion to the" funny " the number begins to think that things happen. I turned the blog into a travelogue. Which is fine, but no. Long time no blog do standard entries. Of course, to think what a standard blog entry is quite mysterious. You might think about this in this chapter, or maybe not, since I'm writing this entry on the fly. I am writing on the fly so I can write a chapter of this without talking about nothing in particular. Because one of the things that had the blog as abandoned as it had was not knowing what to write. Well, yes. There is one thing, one thing on which I want to write. But about that thing I can think of no words. Well, yes. I can think of, but not worthy enough. No, not decent. Are not enough. Period. I also noticed that lately the word say much worth. Well, and its variants. Thus, almost irrelevantly and as a postscript. I say this in a while. But now they say more often than before. So much that I noticed. I'll change. I'll leave it to do, I mean. The thing that I want to talk about but can not find enough words is one thing that has happened. One thing I liked to pass me, too. This blog, before turning it into territory monopolized by my travel book had been a kind of overture to the poetry. A somewhat strange approach, because what came out were things that were called poetry before it existed, but once made did not seem worth (see, again) correct to call poetry. That's it.
I continue another day, I believe that this quantity and has left me a worthy entry. Aggg.
Decent.

Now maybe put me in my fliquer to choose a picture to illustrate it and make it pretty.
A photo of Rome, I'll post. Made by a girl in Rome. With an old camera and almost as pretty as the girl who made it. (As an almost as wide as the world)
Which by the way, the picture is more appropriate than it seems.

Oh, how I have stayed at home.

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Chapter 69: Excerpts from the Travel Book Part II.

8:20 the last day

There are no end, only the principles of different things. 9:22

so the last day. I'm a fucking
provincial

to scare you
words "Last call for flight ..."

Madrid. 2:09

Incredible, yes. But Naples has come here to [stud under which reads "the"] heal the wounds.

And no,
but almost. Hate

underground bus station in Madrid. Sin embargo [A stud under which they can decipher "the underground part of Apollos to something"]

6:14 bus to Burgos. Actually, I think, that this trip has made me smarter and meaner. Just more and more Happy bluestocking . [A small alcove followed by an entire line crossed out, but clearly appreciates "Special but frankly" ]. Let's see if I am using this book shortly.
Certainly
things are not what they seem. I think.

07/07/2009.
(San Fermin)

wanted me heck with it

fallen into the Tiber.
I have said. Although

Before we all knew already