entered by chance on a literary blog I try to participate with my comments.
I live comments are written by people talking about him, without listening, nodding on absolute paranoia, the substance of which may resemble a dialogue like this: "Today it's raining," said someone. "Yes, yes" answer in chorus the others.
"But it is absurd," I try to point out them the truth. "It does not rain, dear gentlemen, it does not rain. You're wrong."
"Of course a time as this was not seen in years," continue between them, without giving any value to my "interference", ignoring me, believe they want to provoke. I live in this way.
"But look, that I will not bother you! Go ahead if you like, but the truth is otherwise. Are you saying untrue things that will hurt too. That hurt even those who, by mistake, enter this blog and reading your crowd, "I try to make them think about what they write, to let them see the reality.
There is also a commentary by someone lamenting that would take out, take a walk if the weather had been nicer. "Sin" and write sigh, ignoring me, feeding bad thoughts about my "real" intentions.
"No! Gentlemen, I have no intention of opposing My words for you. I did not enter into the discussion to say words against you, to write really. My words are far from any intention of fraud, presumption, lack of respect. I will not disrespect, indeed, precisely because I respect you and to be honest, I have taken care to warn you that it does not rain. Indulge your desire for that walk, because it really does not rain. "
"Ah," sighs continue with these evil lords, concealing their anger at the intruder who is losing their patience. Back to despair of the poor conditions of the time. Someone does not write more, seems to have disappeared. But then suddenly reappears and shouts so obscene profanity, threats, rambling thoughts. "It's raining!" He concludes, almost as a challenge to the intruder. "It's raining, it is clear? It's raining! It's raining! It's raining! "
The editor of the blog to alert the intruder that interventions should be in line with the contents of open discussion:" Every other challenge I'll be forced to delete them! "Keeps the suspended sentence with an infinite series of ellipsis, with a language from alphanumeric code.
"I Sorry, "I conclude that encounter unpleasant. "I'm not used to speaking with aliens. I leave you to your Bip! Maybe it's raining really on Mars, "the doubt creeps into my mind instantly, beginning to look really from another planet.
"Vaffa ..." meet together, while the administrator of the blog, consistent with its previous assumption, delete my comment and let all those obscene signs, an example of alien literature.
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