when is it now
mardi 29 octobre 2013
one
day I am one day I am born , one day I die, but one day one day it 's
been two days , while deciding to address the time without feeling to
win every time, because from time to time it is necessary indulge
in something else that does not match the value as in the old view is
always added a floating anxiety in the midst of hard rock , like that
they were sure the hair loss, because when one is healthy , brain
cells work more quickly, it is a scary race to see what happens, I am
repeating the same thing , love, love love , love, love , but for a
while I wonder if go,
go , go, go, so I spend time trying to escape, but it does not work ,
then I spend the other hand, I am careful not to contradict me , a
normal pace , a chance in an hour because everything is
registered before the fall , the days are in marble , it is very heavy
and must be fit to be able to move the meaning and decide to release
that I can take it easy when I arrived n '
there were no crosses, now it is full of ladies who lift their skirts
to show a small forest provided they maintain a high price to pay , it
is sad to die , but I must do this for do
not wake the monster , it is a bleak landscape , without pleasure, but
with serious cravings, while for gold , looking on the ground, it allows
me to see what was underneath, legs , ham , shit , I'm looking more for not wanting to go too fast
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