mardi 1 janvier 2013

is a sequence, it starts and it ends, there is a beginning, is what chooses, it is not safe, in fact what happens is uncertain, we are trying to provoke but no one knows not causing, then try something else, the nursery is full, but I know also make rounds, then how to go where I go, it depends on my feet but also my brain, the two ends to be I think therefore I walk smooth movement a little faster than the average, it is a walk fight, a fight against me, I will win, but then I'll be able to go on vacation, I hesitate, what to do, falling, crawling, walking, the easier it is to walk, and it is more anonymous, in the street there are not many ways to exist, we walk the arms close to the body, it meets people without looking at him from afar or like watching the building at the back of the stage, attention it starts, I'm worried, what begins, I look in my memory, I find nothing in my kidneys, my liver, the survey is not exhaustive, I remain on the surface of my emotions, I laugh, I cry, that's enough, then I'm hungry, so I go to the kitchen, c 'is the place where you can find something to eat, when I sleep I'm in the room, where I can find a woman, it is always the same, there are always daily from 0:00 to 0:00, this is the day, it takes a huge place, I just live, I am

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