again I sink to get where I stop,

again I sink to get where I stop, I have to find another way for everything I do is not lost at the next junction , so I have to soak me and deceive me, that in a moment I was able to do what I 've been waiting a long time but something is stopping me , is it disgust me , the lack of depth , boredom support for it to pass , it must still I am closer, it's an effort to renew the stock, when we are full , no need to expect change , leave a little room for the new , otherwise it turns round and it can do no more room in mind that in a genre that we accept the lie to be able to do something that impresses enough to go from nothing to everything, it's funny , I did not expect to happen one day where I am , it's a bit of a surprise , because before I was serious , I thought I could do something with my life, but now I understand how it all turned gravy for meat and here a little wine to moisten the stomach and thus serves to please the mouth dries with wine, a sweetness that wake the child in me , strawberry cuckoo , cuckoo pancake , cuckoo sex but never hard thing in the morning that it continues today without power forbid him because it is the body that speaks, it is an indication of pleasure passed through the mill so that all the space is inhabited by friendly word