one day I 'll always be a little more today, because the slope leads me one thing, not two , and everything is blocked, since that time it starts , but more just below a reality understood as permitted at the beginning of the cycle, it is there, and here it tries to pass , I block , I wake up, that's it, I am, in a sense I'm still acceptable , but little just grew in me a new sensation that is needed , desires that do not come from the same place , it settles, it is similar, enough to make a plaster cat , but then what to do, I miss one minute per hour , I balance on my feet , it does not do the trick , I 'm listening , as if I was in a submarine for an hour I spend in clear weather , it happens from time time , not all the time , a precarious time , a step too far , even if it can go , I know that everything is in its place , because it is obvious that the choice is always the best even though I realize the time that I know is a part of a whole I do not know , I try to go higher , but I 'm stuck , I can not know everything about my person, as if the program life n ' was not completly customizable, it is melted in the block, we can achieve the first part, which founded the human, we do not know what to do, it is the unknown , we walk backwards, we do not know , you come , why, I do not know what is happening in my body , I'm on autopilot, I have not found the wheel diriager for me , if I go into the wall, it will not my fault , when I pass by , I pay attention , what happens to it for anything from that, but when I do that , but it can , though, if it 's fresh, it 's what I pay for at least but when I woke up, I do things , it changes the night when I do nothing , I sleep