Do not useless. No longer be useful to anything. Think that what I hear but I am not intended merely passes through me to reach my suspicion that my hope and sometimes imagines beyond the lofty depths desert me. Have nothing to do with me. And what that still think that.
The decal features a shaded path to that multiplies bristling over the network calls or calls or conversations that stifles the distance, slamming the door in the streets, shouting confused in puddles of entertainment, engines whose back the rumble emerges here and there under the thin layer of a naked serenity, warm and silent. Indifferent. Expressionless. The shrieks of birds
surly make a few splashes. Of hollering, a few tasks. One brave
boredom, weariness, irritations, while trailing in the shadows of languid appetite, thirst and stubbornness.
Some, drawing on the graphics which fragments of charcoal on his feathery, seek another course. On the other son like this, residues of coal, perhaps are. Effortlessly. Without a gesture. Without a word. As a little carried away for dead.
Heart is more to me, my theater coarse laughter. No longer mine. Stacks of crates, boxes and furniture. Gardens and departure times. Quartz luminescent straight to the boxes.
Sealed in the stone against which vomits mouth perpetually angry flow thick and sovereign, a ring of iron corroded and most of all, since all the early sign of loneliness and abandonment of what lies ahead and do we never saw it coming. Barely noticed. Under the ragged robes of some late night.
Or if we can and it sees us, we have already ceased.
At the forefront of all, others have told the world, your mirror turned against your naked picture, toward the future liquefied entering its surface, discolored eyes of a thousand years ago, one hundred miles an hour, the second swarm dies and laborious. Stateless souls.
One moment you think suddenly stopped. Already caught. A sudden stop at sunset when transparent. And what eternity of you who continues infinitely and indifferently fired primitive fury.
The foliage of black stone and roofs have a slope on the other over you. Gaping mouths, heads thrown back, empty sound, jaws drooping in skin picking all the evils that the air transport, sewer down which agencies conduct their work activities stink. You understand the modesty
deadly they can not take his own no part even dead. Dead gorgeous clothes to the shrines. Reigns with digging steel stretched extended again in all innocence of elongated boxes online in parks where the land turns digestive graces defeats or aborted. We do not assassinate
enough do you.
A crazy laugh deflected into the groove between the edges of the sky like a gaffe trolleybuses. Nothing other grain spiky legs taken, each in its Canvas sticky, entangled in his son grief. For rope copper, electronic frequencies. An intestinal worm that made its war on the pavement. You understand
weapons hated and hate the fighting ever attempted in vain.
The destinies or their liners that lay shapeless pearl which is disfiguring all views thrown into illusions.
Patience sometimes pitiful which does not may be picked.
You understand the fleeting. You interviewed the empty room. A nothing arising from a wild moment of time. From a hiccup. On crack. In a miscalculation. The seed of a flower of forgetfulness. Gout a water blank. A tear cleared of all cry.
the side opposite of a certain day you consider even the possibility of falling back into the haggard remains of a story that would have cleared. A double killer. Delicate choker. Goldsmith flayer. Meticulous cutter. Spirit surgeon. Sweet work sewing needles researchers. Back
blinded. Reclaiming the course. Reinvest the form. Leave a straight line from simple pencil out of the clutter damask. Thin line that works in close stride. Watermark of a path that asks for nothing. The elusive
unknown.
The decal features a shaded path to that multiplies bristling over the network calls or calls or conversations that stifles the distance, slamming the door in the streets, shouting confused in puddles of entertainment, engines whose back the rumble emerges here and there under the thin layer of a naked serenity, warm and silent. Indifferent. Expressionless. The shrieks of birds
surly make a few splashes. Of hollering, a few tasks. One brave
boredom, weariness, irritations, while trailing in the shadows of languid appetite, thirst and stubbornness.
Some, drawing on the graphics which fragments of charcoal on his feathery, seek another course. On the other son like this, residues of coal, perhaps are. Effortlessly. Without a gesture. Without a word. As a little carried away for dead.
Heart is more to me, my theater coarse laughter. No longer mine. Stacks of crates, boxes and furniture. Gardens and departure times. Quartz luminescent straight to the boxes.
Sealed in the stone against which vomits mouth perpetually angry flow thick and sovereign, a ring of iron corroded and most of all, since all the early sign of loneliness and abandonment of what lies ahead and do we never saw it coming. Barely noticed. Under the ragged robes of some late night.
Or if we can and it sees us, we have already ceased.
At the forefront of all, others have told the world, your mirror turned against your naked picture, toward the future liquefied entering its surface, discolored eyes of a thousand years ago, one hundred miles an hour, the second swarm dies and laborious. Stateless souls.
One moment you think suddenly stopped. Already caught. A sudden stop at sunset when transparent. And what eternity of you who continues infinitely and indifferently fired primitive fury.
The foliage of black stone and roofs have a slope on the other over you. Gaping mouths, heads thrown back, empty sound, jaws drooping in skin picking all the evils that the air transport, sewer down which agencies conduct their work activities stink. You understand the modesty
deadly they can not take his own no part even dead. Dead gorgeous clothes to the shrines. Reigns with digging steel stretched extended again in all innocence of elongated boxes online in parks where the land turns digestive graces defeats or aborted. We do not assassinate
enough do you.
A crazy laugh deflected into the groove between the edges of the sky like a gaffe trolleybuses. Nothing other grain spiky legs taken, each in its Canvas sticky, entangled in his son grief. For rope copper, electronic frequencies. An intestinal worm that made its war on the pavement. You understand
weapons hated and hate the fighting ever attempted in vain.
The destinies or their liners that lay shapeless pearl which is disfiguring all views thrown into illusions.
Patience sometimes pitiful which does not may be picked.
You understand the fleeting. You interviewed the empty room. A nothing arising from a wild moment of time. From a hiccup. On crack. In a miscalculation. The seed of a flower of forgetfulness. Gout a water blank. A tear cleared of all cry.
the side opposite of a certain day you consider even the possibility of falling back into the haggard remains of a story that would have cleared. A double killer. Delicate choker. Goldsmith flayer. Meticulous cutter. Spirit surgeon. Sweet work sewing needles researchers. Back
blinded. Reclaiming the course. Reinvest the form. Leave a straight line from simple pencil out of the clutter damask. Thin line that works in close stride. Watermark of a path that asks for nothing. The elusive
unknown.
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