Sunday, March 7, 2010

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of all your hands, each colored differently. hurt your shoulder and into a park in August. filled with nothing but warm. and millions of shadows dense and moist. open to other wound on your stomach and find a white room, empty and cold. space that can not be mathematically comforts us. in my silence to be collected into a thousand pieces. Think for a halt to their faces and edges. the ribs of the sentences. space can then be unnecessary. when you sit in a corner to hear at least something close like America. falsehoods stereotyped that have radicalized . armies painted on the bare hills and wet. Photos from geometric interiors. the horror as essential evidence. the heat expands the artificial vessels. wind recycles the space. wave upon wave. "That no longer seems even your face." I hope I read the wetlands, calm. with the unbridled and amoral. monsters that open the door to each other to get out early in the evening. as in a song he did not remember the title. pushed back the sky in your pocket all day budgeted. blame inhuman memories exterminated. I do not see how far the waiver fluorescent because of no discounts. we know how to put up the cost of life liberated from life itself. Lutheran letters as a reference. the suspicion of waiting an answer can not be credible. What is not self-punishment in celebration of its independence ? a single speech dick
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have always been alone in the family. and there is always need. to feel less essential reality. the surrender immediately. people who do not always have a certain charm screaming for diseases of the chronicle sacrificed. we were up, beyond any more grade expectations, and I was afraid of swimming. the uniform makes you more sympathetic or at least that would have meant. you dress in a city of pink glass. the light on that run on your lap in bed. Climbing the rain in October and unframed. the cloud that you have to put around the sun. the smell industrialized of Sunday morning. warm oil that we leave behind never to return home. past the deadline which is on every bathroom. Byzantium and a hot question. balls tied around a grammatical your outfit. as often as you would say as you do. and even when I do that really can not. Hot close to your motivations with no appeal. smile in the voice insana delle cose senza nome. ottobre e mi sveglio presto. siamo diversamente uguali