is because I feel a murderous rage and blood burns me every time I step one of these mines in streets and sidewalks.
That feeling so bad at the time and notes that crappy texture under your sole, as you remember all the genealogical tree of the animal to walk your pet has left the gift.
That smell that accompanies you to home if you could not remove it all debris beneath your feet.
People who do not pick the shit of your pets, should be treated equally, so everyone should have right to go to their houses and defecate in the middle of the hallway, kitchen, dining ... Without warning and with any luck they also may share that pleasant sensation.
But at the end of all we met as usual, and is a socidedad in which civility and education have been replaced by a savage egoism.
When will we realize that we do not live alone in the world?
That feeling so bad at the time and notes that crappy texture under your sole, as you remember all the genealogical tree of the animal to walk your pet has left the gift.
That smell that accompanies you to home if you could not remove it all debris beneath your feet.
People who do not pick the shit of your pets, should be treated equally, so everyone should have right to go to their houses and defecate in the middle of the hallway, kitchen, dining ... Without warning and with any luck they also may share that pleasant sensation.
But at the end of all we met as usual, and is a socidedad in which civility and education have been replaced by a savage egoism.
When will we realize that we do not live alone in the world?
Mr. Hate: ^ P
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