9002, 2009, one day, one hour, one man one woman, long since forever, but today that it has, it may a little, he acknowledges, he realizes, but it's too late, just password without saying goodbye, never more or perhaps 9002, reincarnated as ingrown toenail or flute skinny, nothing happens, the ears are down, your chin comes to tremble, but now it starts in the morning At just sleep the brave, drooling as piss through the forfeiture before the chance to songs, the eternal smile when alive continue to sweat for a pittance, most of which send itself in the air because the air is expensive, time is flesh, flesh is the verb, the envy of endive, broth snails smell rising waters unless it is the deluge of repressed desire, the magic potion is no longer effective human sculpture stands in frail gesture and it is safe but collapsed before he could trying to save his childhood dreams, but the child is far a faded landscape, farm forgotten walls that speak volumes, but nothing to this, gaps, stories, animals, nothing more to say, short of breath, the slope is deadly, down it goes in the direction as in a schoolyard, but there are bits of bodies that are not cat perched, but tempered vomit fatal destiny which starts laughing,