blurs the mouth, ferocious and fantastic, plastic, move, shake, red? No. Red is the blood, langue and pursues only sadness, or had the foresight not to soil the floor.
June. I pay the check, gritted his teeth, and the world disdain.
July. I wake up happy, with the sun glare on my long yawn. And meanwhile, comes near a child, she says: "yawn? Looks like my children. " The child that I saw from afar, was nothing but an old nano!
rude he was, he said, "Crone!"
August. Devastated thrilled the home of the nano with a lot of commotion. The hatred that episode makes me siege quandunque I lean, noting that the property thus destroyed with such ambition, is that close, so cute with that for months owl. No, I do not accept this! Oh, look, follow me excited! Whether abbagliat .. OH FUCK! I scream "I'll kill you." How bitter! And meanwhile the old man croaks. "Eye, eye On you, and protect yourself from my knee down! Bogey, is not it? ".
fatigue reaches another friend of mine. She sees the boy, and the team as a thief takes it and pretends to go out with him. "I am dark times, my dear friend" tells me the flattering rude. Ugh, that bad smell emanates! And what rough, with the necklace and a wool sweater! Finta mundane, human crap, ugly pu ... stole.
Enough! The siege failed, furious and decided: "I committed suicide." I ran without thinking, without memories of yesterday, blacks or whites, true. Arriving on the bridge, hesitant to fall for the death, to open new doors, a strong consciousness for new findings or a new lot. When viewing the river, whale vision.
blurs the mouth, wild and wonderful, and the water shining chews. Green drowning in blue is unleashed, beating and abusing the sun, as I do with words. And that's when I finally realized, kidnapped from the visual arts, want to continue to see, to explore these atmospheres, to fight every day as a knight. Ordunque I go with this new power, home of the disaster, the sick old man, who dared to dare to insult me. On the way, I draw the sword, shouting: "Watch what you say." The elderly, very frightened, was about to be stunned. The tip came to stick, and that is the point where my mother screaming "It 's time to wake up." In bed I am, I nonetheless and I move. A new day was about to begin, I wonder if beautiful, happy or solar. O full of deceit, injustice and damage. But I just look out the window and say
blurs the mouth, wild and wonderful, and my voice shouting [pause] Swastika!
Um .. no no ..
blurs the mouth, wild and wonderful, and my voice screaming "Life is magical."
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