elements had disappeared? Who? What kind of constraint could he believe that upside and absence, where he wondered, was poor. With what purpose. If one could suspect any determination.
There was that day. No smoke. Glass sky. In glass. Four doses of bitter flowers. An end box of candy. A joke. And, I think, three tangerines. But there is no way to be sure. What is good is that the next day it could be worse. And two days later, even worse. And the fourth day. The fifth. The sixth. In the spot because there is no ramp and that it can be replaced. Then by ceasing to count because we realize slowly that is wrong. That there is more. That became entangled dates. We need to ramp.
story is absurd: he goes, goes. Must go back there to get a meager living, but it will still each time further and puts more and more time to return, however there are less and less to survive, until it will take days and nights to come back and that n 'there is virtually nothing, he will, all that remains, and walk away, walk away and never return. Never again.
Maybe that way he'll start talking from there. From where he goes.
Maybe that way as he will start to feel the full body of a quill blast.
is a very special round. With deprivation. Shedding would he say too. A coming and going back many centuries. And power when sandy and difficult to corrosion, latches fall into dust and you have to stop to ask why we do not rise, we do not grow, we do not jump was one of those with access anger he resigns his shoulders and outstretched arms to hold the walls still far enough apart.
I think probably three mandarins and other details about as insignificant because they are the only traces of which he might have noted the existence without this kind of a regular whose anonymity is precious. The remaining queries, which look junior although he knows will settle for determining wind, fog, face hidden for hours until, perhaps, that there is more and that there has more than laugh.
For now the hunger is not yet dry. It smacks of humus and it makes a sticky warmth.
As it often happened that he does not know if it went in the right direction. He did not suffer more than a vague unease that his view of whiteness fleeting. Usually, with nothing withheld information gleaned, relying on the impression of having understood, not omitting the reverse this impression, he relies on a guide within which inclines should happen if this or that, or rather if anything should happen. Then gradually, as he reached the first steps he looks around him which may have seemed familiar and he confirmed that he borrowed the track. Follow the right instructions.
This time it's much harder to deduce. There are many others who are there to him. The edges. Seated in small groups or isolated. Standing and meticulously scrutinizing each cardinal point. Women. Men. Young, very young, so young. There are slow conversations, full of caution. Hardly audible. Objects that show travel. The only sign that reassured him that he has compared these bags undecided dental caries. It was not away but he is not fooled. There are hearts floating in the waters overwhelmed. Looks crumbly. If he was not mistaken. S'indifférent ages. There would, correctly pointed out, that would not have to be sure of that. It is the irony of this situation.
What has frequently impeded his progress was the absence of poverty. Not that which spared him the possible pitfalls pity. Rather than cling to which the abscissas tough to runes tired. Or the one against which the psalms effigies huddle with frayed ropes. Those around which stiffen sugars victorious attacks of madness. With their sacrificial additives.
The absence of poverty. And the eye on purpose, amorphous and resigned.
Yes, it was time to leave. Finally, it depended more on the quality of a blade. The expected duration of one day. Lack
was reduced to a state of mind of alcohol. He decided to try the scroll cocked.
He had read about it. And it was really like to imagine a river down through the Sahara. And more. There was no question of seeing him speak. For him to come. With gold and balms. Praises and lamentations. Make-up and stylus to trace a heroism, weakness, a knee to the bone, a profile adored. He would talk about later. Without him. About disappeared. Archaeological. Without his skin. Intact or torn. Just as emancipated. Freedom so dearly purchased once spent everything we do care that the most basic clothing finish. He would talk after that. Dykes zinc where small fishing boats swaying in glow, a little embarrassed and a little proud too. Small storage plush leather or yellowing of epitaphs for the graves concessions automatically renewable. Hip harmonics lying on beaches constantly reinvented worthy of lamentation exiled peoples.
Yes, that's right: talking about there. Do more with
. Apart from immodesty. The smile he has deftly sewing is not to make fun and nothing worse. To see peace, plain-hearted, which is still struggling, by far, more later, the animal laws that disguises honors. And
new properties. Chemical and physical. Even disappear. But do not appear. To purchase a street just by walking the length. Miss-shek and review the list of basic needs. Rework the worst. Swaying under the hammer dates awarded. Melt the elements organic to the hard to reach the cave and write it, chisel, with laughter, this story perfectly expected, because, even though it was not all that to be told by a criminal that bewitched it would only be a joke to fill the None. A little easier to sum it up well when you have legs dripping with blood. And we are even able to go behind the blood to tell what is going on. Behind the death. Behind the death. Behind the crime. Behind the flesh. Any wounds. All flesh. Behind the love too. Beyond. And looking back, watch and say: "This is what I see. And say.
Recently I saw: after starting the countdown of days. Already he had forgotten the ramp. He vaguely compared to others, young, very young, so young. On the one hand to verify where he was partly to dissociate. Was found in peel mandarins. Drawings have been found. Entries to some. Looks like the plans. Routes. Songs, it's possible.
Hard to know if he is really gone.
Difficult to know if it is just a sign that the lack may make elusive. And the end
arrive early for many different reasons and in many other forms as we know it.
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