Materbation Tequniqes

I looked

intently, but as we look to a partner. His gestures were excessive at times irritating. Failing to dissipate in the flow of words, but words were memories in the form of letters, as basted necessarily in search of elusive linearity. And there in sentences evoked a time midway between delirium and memory, it was called, perhaps with a different tone, perhaps in another way, perhaps in different words. And I guess the knowledge he possessed of this mismatch between the memory and reminiscence, as he uttered the phrase with exaggerated aplomb, as if trying to make him their misinterpretation, perhaps his absence. Thus, while giving birth to their experiences as you like if any sense at the time to be lived, my father deposited in me a secret and confidential message, which never gave me, I know now, trying to offer at that time: the key emotional and non-mathematical, which giving direct access to your heart.