when is it now
jeudi 20 février 2014
know what it is
know
what it is and yet it is running, it is worthless, it is a mistake and
yet it works, it can go, it is a question of mind when everything is
rotten and the center of the earth comes we
destroy a light strawberry, for good health is in the middle of the
gentlemen who come to see us , because for this song that I thought was
the memory of General it should not be a month without it happening an
event that I
would call conservative , because right now I think it's better not to
show what you think in the memory of people who participated in the
Prague Spring , the story is done, there is not chance
to do otherwise, every action is recorded, everything is known, there
is no space for personal consideration , all that happened is immortal,
that it comes out without having to show what is in the presence alive,
now is difficult , it does not spend the day wearing coal , it takes
tea at five o'clock in a cloud of milk, and the outing next year I
wonder if I'll go to London, because since
we can go by train, it is much less exotic, it is as if you went to
Bourges, you say that you do not like me , but for good reason I do not
know why it sounds in
my ears , because I 'm not the style to deflate me , so I decided to
spend my control easy happiness, when all is well and nothing precludes
us to be happy , it is at
that moment that I thought , let's see what happens , although I am
prepared to hold me there must be a way to see what is hidden so that I
am not tempted to lose all that not
matter, it's still early , so I take the time, it can go , I know that
this is allowed , it pretends , but that is not the worst , you must
know that all is
in the rightmost part is there that think they are gloves to avoid
stain hands with a red-colored product , I do not know what it is, but I
intuition and I believe it is dark chocolate , but why is it red, and I
think I do not see the solution, I 'll maybe ask someone , but the fact
I am alone here, I never meet anyone , this may be the end of the world , everyone is dead except me
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