what is happening underneath

what is happening underneath is a reality beyond the scope west of the idea received and this time a science that accepts the uncertain messages of those who do not see that everything is blocked by the fault of the crowd in advance the wrong way because it was bad for a long time, when life announces justification we must know that it concerns a lot of people able to hear the sound of love, a sweet little song that will vibrate to approach of a tree which makes it fair that world as melted meritorious, but with a surprising trend, which lowers the level of expectations and what it immediately puts in the field is a good layer of oil, to be worse than before, in the land that sinks to the layer of volcanoes, because what is in the center of the earth is not what is happening above, it is a mixture of those who do not think it is useful to see that this is a laugh, but this adventure becomes a pay day, which is not for everyone because a wise choice given the void that separates each day and with the clear consciousness of good repair doubt, once it is better, but really knowing remove anything that gene, from the air, badly tied shipments of dead subscribers sheets long, once it is tidy, the liberated square is a chance to make a farewell to early launch in the direction of departures, for everything to be put in a hope to live oh god, what to do with all that, a hope that goes without knowing that if two, it can go but if it's three, while everything collapses into the cream, sugar passes over, there is nothing more to expect mustard remains silent in other room, so I hurry to tie a knot in anticipation of the suite, because if I am not careful it could be that I am forced to take my spoon and make a decision that will push me to conceive that anything I undertake is doomed to failure and how I understand my destiny, the one that has everything to do that but can not become the central point for playing a game that has no rules, that one knows is not helpful in this space, it is rather the imagination that you must have, you must tap into the forward hold and find white barriers, Marseille soaps, swiss knives, Alsace chestnuts filled the urge greedy, but in a white sauce, if one has teeth to soak the chin in a shallow dish, I wonder if I do not allow the passage of married, who did not want be put into a gilded salon, but what passes too quickly, the joy of living, when we need to stop for a moment, but it also flows slowly inflate a tire that would like the frog who wanted to look like the ox, That is why I prefer a ride waiting to show what I'm going to do soon, which does not put me in mind, but the tail for the reason that everything that happens outside of the habit of doing that, c is a heavy cross to bear to be put in a closet that will not open before lighting the fire in the fireplace and when it's ready, I think it's time to say goodbye, which is done very quickly, in the precise time of an award witnesses, and to an empty glass, I see through the silence that precedes the attack, what happens then to be put away, one thing single well is said in a moment of pistons in play that it changes tone better