Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Mera Naam Joker Sim Garewal Movie
That's it. And maybe we should farcene a reason. We are a nation of pre-adolescents bungling and enthusiasts who plant on a state on the casino room that my mother had arranged with great care for more than three thousand years. Everything we touch, we want everything, we all pretend to be, in a total anarchy of the "see" the "should read as" the law and the exemption from the law, amendment and clarification made in a language so abstruse that the interpretation becomes an exercise in fantasy .
We have transformed our country with heaps of garbage and inexplicable touches of genius, toys and dangers. We are friends because we are all nice and pretty, but then when it comes to really make you prefer someone more grown-up. Collodi wrote Pinocchio more for Dutch, German or even Chinese. We had to spend a spin-off dedicated to the only character who really like us: Candlewick , because here there is no redemption.
could endure all this, you can live with their hands jam and marginalized by those who can (or thinks he can) to make any real decisions. It's even more fun. The problem is that there is a little 'suck to be so. So every now and then jumps out the strong man (or a strong woman) posing as an adult and to bring order to club. We love him for a while 'because, although sganassoni, makes us feel alive and considered. This comes put in order, (everything in its place, a place for everything). But it is not a true order, permanent, does not teach us to be ordained, does not make us understand the principle. Simply hides, creates the appearance of cleanliness, interprets the recitation of the adult world. We will continue for a while 'to stumble in our own garbage, cheeks red from the slapping, guided by the voice of the big "I do not care" and "I resign."
And then there's also this übermamma stew and let it out. Because like all children we are also cruel and merciless. Before we leave the hole in the ball, indeed, do the fans and then overthrow him, a scapegoat, all our sins.
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