welcome back little clowns with painted smiles,
my God you're ugly as fuck! There is
past the euphoria of this bloody carnival? done to get drunk and pee around corners of houses?. I always wondered why, in this colorful festival in which all children back, where the city becomes a big fun fair, children do not enjoy a cock. From the window of the attic watching these poor terrified creatures, including the arms of their mothers in the middle of the casino in a way that does not seem to even the shadow of his daily life, terrified children from papier-mache floats, the colorful masks, intimidated by a handful of confetti, as if they were stones thrown on their little tiny bodies. And parents? Euphoric, disguised, drunk, idiots in attitudes so that children would not have done it even if tortured. What the fuck have taught these young patients of pediatricians and psychologists? and above us, where the hell we were children if we now have to steal their carnivals? Where was our super hero outfit? Where was our imagination, what we have now ... invest your time wasted on crap, to teach your children to the character of each color, because if each color has a name, each name has its own personality, make them play with, you will help prevent racism color that will take them forty years to get dressed as Harlequin, drunk, with the wrinkles gray hair and a wonderful expression of an idiot. Tip: living in the times when it time to steal time to avoid those who do not have time, but above all you are giving your time to those who do not claim to some of your fucking time ... put the same colored dress your child and tell him the wonder of colors. Happy Lent, puffins dick! A Storyteller
soon.
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