three times nothing ridiculous space, a mad desire and days pass close without ever knowing why it's even better than that, but I'm off to the west, this is what I call a slope pond because stagnant water is interesting , life is large and it came before the witch catch toads they were leather in oil dried fish for centuries , but today it no longer expects it must be connected for the chance to take time without getting bored , what loss of meaning , the average is not the end , this is the wrong move, you have to be only one day in a day out , always in the same direction , that of the loss of meaning when everything is drinking, and that in taking medication I have to be aware of the lack that could make me into someone I know, then I'll have to say hello this bothers me because the day is good , although it can go , but when I'm away I prefer to keep quiet so as not to be disturbed in the quest for some power but still too young to deepen the science of making pancakes, in the manner of a Breton who saw no harm in what I do down jacket because I was too hot , but after I was sure to be hungry , because I felt it was butter singing , screaming dough seeing that his last hour arrives, and I breathes air that leaves me to hope that one day I am old, but for now I firmly believe in change time , it is no longer ten, we are us, but they have them , then it does not matter , it makes me happy to see that it is closed when my eyes adjust to the darkness of my soul , when was the last time I had to go see naked bodies , I imposed a rule to take my time and so I 'm in another dimension, it is fragile, I do not know if it will hold but I try to find a way to escape the drive, it's ridiculous but it hurts , once it is given should continue without fail, hah , days, even days, these peak hours, and I am in a boat , the motor makes noise , that smells of gasoline, and the waves are up, down, up, down, my stomach remembers what I ate there is one hour , it will come out, I feel my blood flowing , cold grave wins , I 'm afraid no longer control the machine, but now that time passes more enjoyable, I entered and j ' happens not to leave too early , I stand at the edge , I do not see a naked body, I am in the midst of life , everything was fine since I was close to the line , it is reassuring to see that all is , it can not always make the most when I pass water on the face, it allows me to lower the temperature , because sometimes I go into a slight madness , it warms my brain, but to this magical place , I take things without the genius than others when they are gray