Friday, April 16, 2010

Does La La Wear Hair Weave

took off all the lights along the hidden road that leads to your door

e non riesco ad attraversare. la conferma di recapito. tutti i partigiani del mondo. la felicità di sentirci uguali ci ucciderà. in un sonno che dura dalla nascita. i suoi incubi restano a bagnare il silenzio del torto. nel sole irriconoscibile che raffredda questo deserto di carta bianca e muri ogni giorno più alti. il colore della speranza stempera ogni partenza. in tutte le cose che già sono state dette ma che comunque non sapremo mai. giù nel fondo degli occhi chiari, con un unico riflesso di sete rabbiosa. il colore della gioia di un nome ritrovato. perché ogni somiglianza diventerà una colpa che solo inizialmente sarà sconosciuta. con un ronzio continuo e umido di interi apparati di nuvole. "la fine assoluta del mondo". which remind us of being alive and not alive, as he says all the publicity colored. cities that are highly bound hugs on your back. so you smell. "Save the revolution but only the past." the bullets that come out of television. but where. incurable disease that cut the black nets over their heads. the purple grass that dies in the west behind the factory. the blue sea ever get favors surprising. the buzz within the metal arm. metallic hum inside his head. a song full of monsters and ghosts in black and white. to feel the same happiness we have already killed. all the colors that will stick on him tomorrow despite the rain. merits always the last words before a hello
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every home is an industrial product complies with the spring treatment. "My drug is not - you - can hurt." discovering that you can also delete the future

Friday, April 9, 2010

Local Frequency Guide

new place Yocto

boreal night stretched on the walls. There are days when he won the 'obsession a response. lengthen the wait for the rest and relax. the new American name that bologna. I did not cry that night without a car. postcards can have a new face. on television more and more "concurrent causes of the clinical picture." There are many things that should finish at least in one room. counting windows lit. choose to heal without scissors. Pink sounds good. unhappiness manifest and never revealed his brother alive. demonstrations of the defect. Math has emptied the books and I have a passport to seek

Sunday, March 7, 2010

How Do I Messenger Name From Changing Mac

diet miles of a question, story

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