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25 Mar 2014 - 12:57:39 am

whiskey dry

jaded by the images that crossed his mind and buffered with doses of morphine jack laid his body in the bed dreaming of a nice sleep but none of this happened when he woke up it was still friday and and the sheets covered in sweat. He could barely stand up so he rolled and knelt on the floor and found a paper towel which he used to wipe his shaved legs. He gave in to some sort of disease that the doctors wouldnīt discover the conditions. Or at least were the thoughts of this young man of thirties. As soon as help came he thought it would be easy but he was getting worse spitting blood in a container. As soon as possible the thoughts rolled his mind he would take another dose of whiskey and die just the way he wanted since in this thought he was going to the cemetery anyway. So in order to avoid more terror at the hospital he prefered dying alone in his house, he genlty poured the can into his cup and threw the rest away to the gods. He wouldnīt have another reincarnation, or it would be so difficult that his depression as he thought they would see each other and come forth with his mirror as he combed his head slowly. 



as he steped down the stairs of his apartment in fifth crossed the street and and saw a man in a wheal chair trying to run as fast as he could to get to the other side. and jack thought - how am i trying to kill myself now that so many people in and in this case better than him but then his childhood or boyhhood crossed his mind and he couldnīt neglect it for nothing in this world. so much i  am creeping like a vagabond.
jack had his masters in economy at berkely and went in to the solo carrear in doing nothing for the rest of his life. It had been five years of woe and sadness, no rings on his phone no messages to all the neighborhood he was a weardo. but he didnīt want to get in to more detail  since it felt even worse every stingy snap that came in his neurons. He thought i better die or else live, of couse jack thought dying was a yes yes. He moved his hair a little to the frontal bone of his skull and knocked his head with his fingers a little bit longer than usual and went back to the apartament where he feel asleep and passed away the saddest day of the year ked for a whjaded of his reincarnation Jack was born in an infermary full of baby boys cryinng, he had a brain of thirty four, and was strong as lion and pale as a cadaver. When his mother took him in her arms jack didnīt want her breast. He grabbed the baby bottle given by the infermary and so due speak took their family home to god knows where in cincinaty. He never cried. His mother took him to several doctors and not one revealed his problem. Until his aunt appeared in the house for a visit and it came about that he would be baptized. The words sounded refreshing and warm just before the day jack had a dream that he was falling of the creeb. he grabbed his toy and sucked the teets of the bear. And fell asleep again. He woke up surrounded by the people in all directions The father blessings that strange evening yes it was an evening and he wore blue and while the priest looite spot to touch not grabed his underwear and gave his blessing.Jack was found by chance dead in his apartment and left fortune in his creeb, but it was all but a dream and he woke up drunk with a jar of peanut butter on his hand and his teacher knocking on his door.    Jack por um acaso encontrado morto em seu apartamento jack deixou fortuna em seu berįo, mas tudo nao passava de um sonho ruim, jack acordou bebado com uma lata de amendocrem em sua mao e sua professora batendo na porta. 
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