when is it now

vendredi 28 août 2015

another time it was as if everything happened

another time it was as if everything happened, which means that for anything to put everything in a message that was a day that we said that everything becomes true but for now it's like that in all the senses, whereas for me which would go into a available time should be able to do so without having to plant cabbage, as this temperament is suitable for the fight, you just say that everything is done in the awareness of how best to have peace indicated in the brochure of the welcome but as is the pleasure happening in the first, he'll have change two letters that are in opposition, what I have saw the other faith when one has spent the day to turn around each other, one must have an obsession for determining when we tip into madness, because to live long without concern for others who are anything unless it finds a key that could have the it's a whole other meaning but that it continues I think at the end in a completely decentralized hope, which can be attributed to the limit by a total lack of objectivity, which leads me to wonder constantly why it's me who wants to have this place, because after all in the hope of living next to happiness, do we not have in mind a funny feeling that belongs to the order of gladiators when humans were quite stupid to think that blood is the ultimate pleasure rather than dance or agriculture, but this time I spend away from the goal, what is most annoying is to think that everything related to life is rather thin, whereas death is big, but that's why it starts making funny things, like going ask the prince not to do the poolside tower because after five hours we wait a gentleman who will go swimming while at night it's the morning after, you still have to have precautions to do what is the most appropriate, because to be in the pocket must be before a hard time waiting for it Blessed be that everyone understands that this is how we manage to do all we can on a piece of paper saying everything is for an eraser and a pencil, hoping one day to pass other machinery to dig a hole big enough for a small square next to the Winter Palace

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