Non sono un nozionista. Tanto not an academic. First of all, lack of education and preparation, and secondly because of my deep-seated love for improvisation and pragmatism. I leave the sophistry to the next, to me is the art of knowing how. Season the intent of an adequate dose of my indolence, spray the dish with plenty of sloth, relax the limbs, arches his back, I do some unintended esoteric geometries and behold what I have just created with an air of Boccaccio. I reflect on the high coefficient of testadicazzismo I carry out below. I'm sick. Study is a weariness that has lasted four decades. I hate to study. I hate to write. I hate to start up banks of knowledge between neurons induced loops between doctrinal, ideological between estuaries, including Quick demagogic. I do not understand and academics. Why I am inspired by people in non-academic. My teachers are self-taught and are not even teachers. Are vague inspiration, osmosis to know insufflate the hollow of my torso, not taken in the shape of amorphous matter. That's all. And now I do not break the fucking. To have the piece of paper I'll have to improvise academic, at least for the next few months. But do not reveal the treacherous trick. Genital warts are the soul of parchment dry with dry better university. And not only those of the soul.
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