"I'm not the type to browse statistics, although there is no doubt that in some cases
need and are indeed essential.
And as you'll notice I do not have the gift of 'inventive, especially for titles.
I like and prefer instead to study my surroundings for that nice
feel that they can understand at least in part "any" thing, but is and remains only
a sense, of course ...
As a child I wanted to be a naturalist, and raked the yard of his grandfather with
unlikely tools: pens, old records broken ... did everything in stock and reinvigorated
my meager. I took the blades of grass, cut them in half and glued them with
other plants, claiming that they grow a different but related to
both. Something like Resident Evil, so to speak. I think they are normal
consequences of having read all the manuals of the Junior Woodchucks.
One night in an episode of a TV passed on some forgotten documentary
showing a hospital for animals, one that veterinarians from the heart
great nation free of saving the lives of rare grasshoppers, raccoons
rare, rare snakes, rare monkeys, lions and a couple of rare
rare breeds. I realized that the more an animal species was rare, especially
easily made by Chrysler invest forester, preferably
becoming almost killed.
"The rare animals know not to cross the street, I learned and repeated nodding
the television screen.
The apotheosis of my teenage madness (it must have been this, I'm sure
), was when an old shoe box got my nothing less than a
hospital for insects, mainly ants ( others did and I do
still sucks). [...]"
Here are the first lines of the PDF. To download it and why not print it whole, the link is always normal.
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