's hot in Santiago. It's early. I see TV next to a fan. I have a notebook on my thighs, sudan. The notebook gives me more heat, so I leave it up off the couch and I stand next to the fan. It's Saturday morning, I would be someone more productive, but I have not or do not know how to find ways or I'm tired or I do not care, really. I like a piece of chocolate, because I feel hungry. Is the new diet, that piece of chocolate just broke. I bathe. I am alone. I want to sing, but I'm embarrassed, even though I'm alone. I wear a purple shirt to match my pants, red-lilac but in the end I think it would be a bit flashy Guaton see a lilac ruffled dress, so I wear a brown shirt. I see boobs. I am ashamed of what I am, but in the end I give encouragement and I go out. It's hot in Santiago and I walk in the shade. Last time I saw a mouse in a corner where there is rubble, and then every time I go out there dream of seeing him again. Damn, I was abandoned, perhaps forever the very rat.
walk a lot, because I want to lose weight. Sudo path and mathematically identical parts. The sun is strong, there is much sun on his head. I enter the subway, the worst place in the world that can come when one is hot and out everything is hot and heat. I flushed a little, I scratch a coconut, I go crazy, I hardened mucus. I turn to the center. Miro hand books while I wipe the perspiration. A salad lunch and sit in a seat to watch the minutes pass. Back to the subway, I have nothing to read, so I dedicate it to look at people. A lady passed by me and it stinks. Poor her, poor us.
A man turns his cell phone for all to hear reggaeton. What kind, shares his beautiful music with others. A drunk says to me that the meter goes faster now than before, which was not questioned by unquestionable. Way home again. I bite my terrapin in hand for wanting washing. I get blood, I worry about a potentially deadly infection, I pour water and povidone iodine. I hope I survive this treacherous attack of the reptile that spent years feeding in exchange for little or nothing. I take a micro
now. It's hot, but less. There were 33 degrees at the wrong time, just as I was cleaning out that turtle treacherous. Three criminals up for free. Claim not to have charged your card. The driver does not believe them. A drug addict for 15 blocks asked the driver to leave it in a location where there whereabouts. The driver eventually gives to anywhere as long as the stink is lowered. A guy asks permission to rap. Use my grocery bag to make a horrible rhyme between "elephant" and "art." I get off, walk around a park, which also rhymes with art and a little elephant. People run. I want to run, but it is still hot and I have also hand bitten by a turtle. So no one can run. It's Saturday afternoon. I have not been productive and not really interest me.
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