"Interesting how you choose to just not work properly when I need it more." I said to my brain on a Saturday morning a month since you really know what it was, which I'm not going to tell you the weather as it does not add anything to my narrative. 
"Look who are you to think evil, or rather to keep at rest."
"I admit I do not understand your words. You who think, therefore I act, my brain."
"I give you an example, you will understand better. Now you're talking to me, I'm your brain. Assuming that this makes sense, why are you doing talking out loud? Do you think I have ears?".
"No, but if you wish you can try mine, they work too well. "I said, the risk of digressing to boast of the prowess of my hearing, in fact, almost miraculous.
Well, now that I have included this information is essential so little I can tell. It was March the rarefied clouds were so as not to show their form, the rain is so light as not to wet. My hair felt the same and rippled up to become killers of combs made of wood and plastic, while the blond hair of the Hungarians, in the derogatory they walk without umbrellas or covers of any kind, maintained a perfect fold. Happy? Now I can delight you with an insight: my ears have a higher sensitivity to the media. I feel all phones of my apartment building and two adjacent buildings, can barely be distinguished from those of others my bell, I feel that even my parents' house in Italy, despite being a detached house.
"Sorry honey, I think you need to brush up on anatomy, the brain does not have ears, they just manage the connection between the parties, so you can hear. So it is useless to make me a pantomime on your auditory prowess: if you feel good is my doing. ".
"I feel very proud, but your reasoning is flawless. I'm telling you, just me the stretch."
"I promise to continue to love you even if you stop using metaphors."
"I felt pretty and then I came out spontaneously! Blame the school! You yourself know that the Italian literature is packed with metaphors as ...".
"Please! I know what you mean, "like a quilt made of feathers or a sandwich ... of lamprey lamprey.
"Brilliant, now I have to explain that the lamprey is one of the stomachs of cattle, so exquisitely cooked in Florence unforgettable sandwiches to fill. You know, for foreign readers, those who have never been the tripe, the phenomenal cook sandwiches to the lamprey vans in and around Florence.. "
"You could export it to Hungary, because now you live here."
"Very good, you see that when you want to work?".
"We're losing, my reasoning was that folds just now?".
"Soon said. I accept that you do not have ears, even if you're listening, I understand, however, difficult to understand how can you have your mouth!". At the bottom of my brain I was talking about!
"Overflight about your lack of intelligence, you still have to make breakfast and give the blame for this. In addition to offend me is equivalent to fool yourself. What you hear, are just your thoughts. We are the same creature, only distributed in different parts of the body.. "
laugh, then block me, terrified. "Sorry again, but then I ... where am I?"
"You're still off the road! You are me and the rest. Come to the cabinet, mirror. There you go!"
"I understand and I always look forward to my image, but where I am? You are inside your head, your head above the neck, the bust to follow. Where I am, what are they? "
" Expect that meets at 7 am Saturday to a question that haunts humanity at least since the first philosopher of whom we have tracks, and certainly before? ".
" No . If you do answer a present! "
" What kind of gift? "
" What would you like more? "
" A coffee. Give me coffee and I'll answer. "
This week I did not drink coffee, proving it is not dependent as I thought. Today, I drank six. I still do not know if I'm in my hands, legs at the top of my Up, that projecting and collecting so much success in the mouth or the elbows.
At least, though, I learned that my brain is lazy. Lazy is the one who pretends to do one thing while knowing otherwise, to prevent it. Or to drink his favorite drink.
Easter occurs in a month. To this day I make it back to sleep, otherwise I'm going to feel and function that will secure its effect, better than a thousand camomile. Mille camomile, should dedicate a song. I almost, we called the post.
"Look who are you to think evil, or rather to keep at rest."
"I admit I do not understand your words. You who think, therefore I act, my brain."
"I give you an example, you will understand better. Now you're talking to me, I'm your brain. Assuming that this makes sense, why are you doing talking out loud? Do you think I have ears?".
"No, but if you wish you can try mine, they work too well. "I said, the risk of digressing to boast of the prowess of my hearing, in fact, almost miraculous.
Well, now that I have included this information is essential so little I can tell. It was March the rarefied clouds were so as not to show their form, the rain is so light as not to wet. My hair felt the same and rippled up to become killers of combs made of wood and plastic, while the blond hair of the Hungarians, in the derogatory they walk without umbrellas or covers of any kind, maintained a perfect fold. Happy? Now I can delight you with an insight: my ears have a higher sensitivity to the media. I feel all phones of my apartment building and two adjacent buildings, can barely be distinguished from those of others my bell, I feel that even my parents' house in Italy, despite being a detached house.
"Sorry honey, I think you need to brush up on anatomy, the brain does not have ears, they just manage the connection between the parties, so you can hear. So it is useless to make me a pantomime on your auditory prowess: if you feel good is my doing. ".
"I feel very proud, but your reasoning is flawless. I'm telling you, just me the stretch."
"I promise to continue to love you even if you stop using metaphors."
"I felt pretty and then I came out spontaneously! Blame the school! You yourself know that the Italian literature is packed with metaphors as ...".
"Please! I know what you mean, "like a quilt made of feathers or a sandwich ... of lamprey lamprey.
"Brilliant, now I have to explain that the lamprey is one of the stomachs of cattle, so exquisitely cooked in Florence unforgettable sandwiches to fill. You know, for foreign readers, those who have never been the tripe, the phenomenal cook sandwiches to the lamprey vans in and around Florence.. "
"You could export it to Hungary, because now you live here."
"Very good, you see that when you want to work?".
"We're losing, my reasoning was that folds just now?".
"Soon said. I accept that you do not have ears, even if you're listening, I understand, however, difficult to understand how can you have your mouth!". At the bottom of my brain I was talking about!
"Overflight about your lack of intelligence, you still have to make breakfast and give the blame for this. In addition to offend me is equivalent to fool yourself. What you hear, are just your thoughts. We are the same creature, only distributed in different parts of the body.. " laugh, then block me, terrified. "Sorry again, but then I ... where am I?"
"You're still off the road! You are me and the rest. Come to the cabinet, mirror. There you go!"
"I understand and I always look forward to my image, but where I am? You are inside your head, your head above the neck, the bust to follow. Where I am, what are they? "
" Expect that meets at 7 am Saturday to a question that haunts humanity at least since the first philosopher of whom we have tracks, and certainly before? ".
" No . If you do answer a present! "
" What kind of gift? "
" What would you like more? "
" A coffee. Give me coffee and I'll answer. "
This week I did not drink coffee, proving it is not dependent as I thought. Today, I drank six. I still do not know if I'm in my hands, legs at the top of my Up, that projecting and collecting so much success in the mouth or the elbows.
At least, though, I learned that my brain is lazy. Lazy is the one who pretends to do one thing while knowing otherwise, to prevent it. Or to drink his favorite drink.
Easter occurs in a month. To this day I make it back to sleep, otherwise I'm going to feel and function that will secure its effect, better than a thousand camomile. Mille camomile, should dedicate a song. I almost, we called the post.
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