Why would anyone want to fill a bottle of confetti and let her head down?
Sometimes I gaze lost a giant who does not understand the scale of the world.
All those piano lessons that I have ever taken are finally paying off.
After many years I have changed the brush. Traumatically. I brush and what we have done many things together, things like adventures. What will happen now?
You may also be a set of cutlery.
a squeak of the wheel in corners and I was immediately besieged by a myriad of nostalgia for a summer night with crickets around.
Where are you static?
E 'perhaps a shame, for my part, remove the shirt before brushing my teeth?
The opposite of prohibition is allowed or obligation?
I got the loneliness, but it's gone and never comes back. Leaving me alone?
I always lose the formation of clouds. They come from elsewhere and slip away, but never come to light.
The most coveted office in the company of the windmills is that of defense minister.
At night the streets disgusting. If I forget accelerometers. My eyes are small insect. The movements perceived in peripheral vision, I hunt, I haunt. That the rain also deposits on the windows, let me see how many shares you can break the world outside. In many parts to be broken. I'm obsessing on as before anymore. I'm not ready, are unstable and formless, inside. On the first tremors.
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