Moi Laskoviy I Nezhnyy Zver E Doga

All possible hands

For lovers of spring, spring is a nuisance. Sometimes an identity is enough to challenge a field of poppies, a balloon made of chewing gum, a place recognized by the clouds.

I have a head, which is like a cup of tea. When things get interesting, it forms a cloud of water vapor on the top. Then of course there is also the cold, but that is looking back later, a cool head.

I would like to understand how the black influence on the passage of time.

I have a theory. I do not agree. I do not agree and I have a theory. I have a theory even when I have a theory, because I have a theory about why I do not have a theory. I have a theory even when I agree in theory, but then I do not agree. When I too have a theory that ends do not agree, why not just have a theory and it seems too easy. When I think too much about not agree that ends up not agree to disagree, because to disagree is not enough and it seems too easy. Everything might seem strange, but I disagree. Indeed one can easily explain, and I have a theory.

And what, on my giant drawing pad, you can always draw.

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motion due

They said that the hours were required to design, you could not get out. Yet in those same hours kept saying this thing about the vanishing points. I thought I was being put to the test.

Later I was told that they would run away, but I do not think it's fair to say that instead of running away when you are looking for something. The world outside was a mythological place, littered with collapsing structures, exposed wires, broken glass in the skin, high voltages. Of possibilities, in fact.

There were human inventions with a direction, such as roads, rails. I quickly learned that you had to respect the leadership, above all else. Do not cross the tracks, so it was written. Do what you want, but do not cross the tracks. You're not one of ours, if you dare.

chasing the things I liked, until they disappeared, or I did not disappear. Then I stopped and put me to sleep. I wanted to see me often, over a small wooden boat, black and white, and all around the placid waters. There was also the night sky, but the constellations changed each time. In the dream, I lay on the bottom of the boat, looked up and wondered what to worry about: of not having a port or a bank of destination, not knowing which way to row to reach them or have nothing to paddling.

I was scared of anything, I danced too. Dancing would not be a disaster if he had said he did not want to be dancers look like much to the waiters ... so nice and casual, and yet so similar to themselves. I never understood why they all need a pair of shoes for dancing.

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boy grammatically emancipated

lovers of the desert do not know where to hide when the husband arrives in the desert.

Every drop that falls is a letter that was part of a word. The wet track after the rain is an epic rickety, the bed on which he has never cried no one is without a pillow under a leaky faucet in the night is the story written as a reminder that terrorizes the written history to forget.

I do not believe in the pages of books that fly away, the summer camps open June 9, the characters of the TV series that bear the names of philosophers. Elegance does not have trees planted along a straight line, rather than shoes four sizes larger. There are some mornings when I feel the cold gut gynecological air, when my thoughts remain attached to the symmetry of certain docks Stations A, as the language on the ice. Avoid passing in front of the newsstands, because I do not care fetishism daily for the past seven days and the great cosmic ejaculations of astrophysical away, beaten on the front pages of scientific journals without shame. I can not reconcile the city with me through that. Not justified by a single idea of \u200b\u200bthese corporations and a silence that made the slogan, stockings routes and stars on the shoes, the traffic islands and hiding in the bushes, the second floor of the coffee and the snow plastic, wandering with headphones on him and nowhere to put the jack. In the mouth, I feel in my mouth.

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How long

Hello traveler ....
much time has passed ... I reread and I want to write ... I feel affection for the previous posts and I do not know how, a sense of detachment. How
changed at this time, I'm a different person ... better, worse? I think the first choice but I'll leave to others.
It 'been a long and tiring ... and is still in full swing but, as stated in a recent song ... "I look in the mirror, I'm different, I'm better"
do not know if this will post followed by others or not ... because my way of communicating became different, direct ... I like to share and I like to do it in person, looking into her eyes.
And who wants to know ... did not need my blog ... but me.
And travelers passing through here ... I'm glad I read as a distraction and as food for thought or another ... but ... look out ... the sun has just peeped into the gray sky, the air begins to take that tone of voice that heralds a sparkling radiant spring ...
let his eyes wander to the beauty around you ... and the ugly, why not ...
feel good!
turn off the screen, the computer and let it enter my life ... the real one, one made of pure and strong emotions that you enter in the stomach and leave you astonished before the world of colors you can pervade ...
... Turn off the computer started to really live!
A smile ...