I believe in the science of the individual. Nell'imprescindibile bond between man and lemma. The word that affects us. The words express the individual becomes both a code and a reason to exist. We are what we say, expression. The ability to report that our species has evolved to art and rhetoric in metamorphosis. His first reason lies like a sentence, unequivocal. Innocence and duty are not the world.
The limit of a divine consciousness that will not form ever.
What I can not bear.
I can not stop thinking about Klara, the B52 that blend with the desert, because the color changes the adjectives that matter, of which man has made undeniable baptism, decided a fate that the same hand, of different man, woman, perhaps, changing the meaning of death made clear, it changed its inherent simplicity, this choice may not be a conviction. Read a mechanical, analog, reflected light, which are not painted on the desert tracks in the desired depth, lying smoke.
I can not stop thinking about the incredible inconsistency of people. What do you
pushes to be?
Dream?
Girl with narrow hips.
Iris in the mirror that the camera makes it immortal hesitate aware of its blackest heart.
I can not stop thinking about a cold determination.
the object-oriented programming, art interpretation, which describes a universe that responds to the first rule, creates objects by abstraction of an idea.
The first rule is the balance of an excruciating stalemate, resolved in the fluid that allows the body to move, flex. The second is
not talk about Fight Club
I feel this anxiety finally diegetic, which periodically grips me the guts, to vanish. I am increasingly dismayed to see that the least common multiple of this slow return to the surface is always a sad loneliness made of alcohol and restless dreams, pages written in half and dropped talk, talk then taken involuntarily, by rumors that you were not expecting or a caress you had never asked.
In exchange I have a copy of Underword and as always the heresiarch bee, playing behind the revived Blind Melon that a friend pointed out to me that it would be appropriate to repeat. Meanwhile, how can I choose to go back, more and more convinced that it is not, that everything, however, that the return is nothing but the ennessimo deception that we confess in secret just to make things a bit more bearable.
As if it were possible to have a second chance.
Grullerie gypsy
The heir does not have a name that begins with a vowel. The
cries.
Aieoooooueeeeooo.
impresses with gestures
form the wind.
express the inheritance of eternal dancing
an infinite movement. Feel
without sucking wind
AaaahhhaahhaA
air imploding before going out as if waiting
singing.
Gypsies barefoot
chosen to be oblivious to certain
animals. Virgin
hot
man panting dog barking,
belly. Shout
way that satisfies, light.
Rima
wait and jump unsuspecting crowd of bodies and
and invokes the passion, the air as the wind steals
gives breath to the song.
AieoooooueeeeooO!
Steal a moment of dance barefoot on the earth one step
fire
cries
the gypsy life and laughs in the street.
Sing.
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