You look them in the eyes when you lie. Don't believe the movies, long as thier strings have been pulled, they still have a spark of rebellion when treated unfairly, so control your tantrum, caprice and unreasoness, loosen that hand which grips hard the steer. Always make a sigh for their insurmountable significance to your life so that they feel themselves vital. Show your weakness without them, show them that you are more feeble than they suppose so that they feel needed. Don't tell them to menstruate is to grow mature, but do tell them it occurs once a month. Exhort them to be heedful repeatedly for they and other children are not alike even when growing into adults, but coo them that they are always little babies to you. Coerce them gently and cajole them emotionlessly, that is to say,to both coerce and cajole them at the same time so they feel feared without feeling threatened. Cry before they cry, yell before they yell. Don't be worried, don't be petrified, as you already now from the beginning, the destroyer is finally to be destroyed. You've had your time, your time of being "besmirched" a "saint". You are but a single mother trying to earn a living.
You can be apt at nothing, inept at everything, don't let this ruin your faith and self-esteem. You'll always find a dumb angelic girl via Internet, all those websites, they are kaleidoscopes. Implement another "personality", girls find that cool, plus it cures from your failure reality you when you pitch that out. Teach them to enjoy themselves, guide them exactly how to please the body masturbaing as it's the only thing you are proficient at. Then wheedle and swindle them to play it for you, get high together. When your doll and you meet up in reality, that's gonna be a bit tougher for you, your nature of coward, cretin and impotence begins to leak out. But when you get pointed at, kneeling down staring at them from the lower and saying those loving words will just suffice——girls buy it, especially YOUR, girls.See the worm in reality swirl and twirl into a king in void space, and shudder and stutter again back in real life...how does it feel like?
What a predicament! There are lots of times when she stayed in the middle of the doorway, with one direction to the room and the other to the door. Such a woe! Had she gone early, she'd get more normally advanced; had she gone later... Then it comes to this one only speck: it just appears to the audience that Mom just got weakened and lost her dominance in a sudden, way too sheer. Then she was weak as a piece of paper as well as her role, to just keep incurring Gypsy's loath. The whole balance of acters' function seems not to be in a fair equilibrium. It's really the best and fittest name I've ever met, THE ACT (the last one I appreciate most is THE LEFTOVERS). The act gets inherited, the effect gets passed, all those come from the mother do the aids as well as the murder. It's a non-slip slipknot,because the acts that "daughter" swallowed in, came to be pertained to her and are gradually reperformed when "daughter" became "mother". Nevertheless, it works out the same when it comes to the education, the personality-cultivation, the character -cognition and one too many. It's like a bounded destiny lit up in the murkness, vaguely denoting, "murder your guide", "step out", "experience and get black and blue, then perhaps change", "prepare to get murdered by your apprentice."s like a bounded destiny lit up in the murkness, vaguely denoting, "murder your guide", "step out", "experience and get murder black and blue, then perhaps change", "prepare to geted by your apprentice."s like a bounded destiny lit up in the murkness, vaguely denoting, "murder your guide", "step out", "experience and get murder black and blue, then perhaps change", "prepare to geted by your apprentice."
But maybe the most brutal thing is, somewhere deep down inside the "mother", the "instructor", she knows how she dies. "The only way out of fire is through." Weird but true enough though, the bigger and creepier a crime is, the harder to find one to bear the full blame. Somewhere between ebb and flow, wax and wane and all these vicissitudes, I just try to think more and be astounded less, since I bow to human nature.
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