Power(Puterea)
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Feb 19, 2016
Based on real întîmplărătion(bazat pe întîmplări reale )O carte minunata,nu,nu e minunata e perfecta,excelenta...Eu nu citesc,urasc cartile,sa citesc...Dar cartea mea va va placea ,chiar si celora care nu va place sa cititi,va va placea.De ce?Simplu,fiindca e cartea mea.E despre viata mea,o viata normala,perfecta,perfecta absolutly,dar,stop,nu va asteptati ca va voi povesti viata mea,aici,scriu despre prietenele mele,mine si poate puuuutiiin din viata mea,putin.Deci,prietenele mele Fruty,Nicky și eu,eu sunt Dovi,prietene perfecte,defapt Dovi e perfecta , trebuie sa aiba prietene perfecte,logic,normal,altfel,nici nu se poate...!Cum spuneam perfecte,perfecte forever,perfecte,perfecte mereu,celeeee mai perfecte,ză băst of ză băst,cum spunea Nicky,întîmplari,actiuni,birfe,suntem ca cei 3 muschetari,nu,nu suntem ca ei,dăă,nu suntem baieti,noi nu plagiem,noi,poateee,poate ne inspiram,sa te inspiri e bine,e minunat,daca nu as avea inspiratie nu ati citi acum...Nicky se inspira la testul de la matematica,Fruty"Cică e cinstită"...mhhh,sa presupunem...,toti se inspira pictorii,muzicienii,toti,toti,ne inspiram de la orice,de la un grafitti ,de la un schmetterling(fluture,nu,nu stiu germana,poate doar...),de la viata,de la... ...Deci,suntem cele 3 muschetarite,fantastice,magnifice...Nuuuu,desigur ca nu va fi plictisitor,hhmmm,teai gindit la asta?Desigur ca nu!!!Poate ,stiti voi....veti vedea ,va spun mai tirziu,va fi minuntat...(P.S.Acest text va fi scris asa cum vreau ,aici e cimpul meu si doar al meu de lupta,eu inventez reguli de gramatica,continut...)!
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