I agree with me,

I agree with me, and why not go down to the reason that old girlfriend who sometimes prevents me to go with my cock free, so be sick from AIDS and I die in a few months but hey, I 'm not as depressed so that everything is balanced in the same place and though I am otherwise I believe in an underlying force that has its source in an unknown event , which is why I seek the way to take in cabinet a book that is made of leather ass in the room I sleep at night , I wake up in the morning, it starts with a hot coffee, behind the sea rises , where she is , how drops are sown in summer , so that the next time we are in a world of vacation that could keep me in shape for the rest of the year even though my nails grow and I have cut , a moment that can not move into the hallway where I think I see a form , is a tyrannosaur, I must be dreaming , humans arrived well after the prehistoric beasts , as if the earth had planned for millions of years what was happening , we change TV channels , now we have hundreds of ways to see that this is wonderful, yes , I feel rising within me a desire to go further, for I discover worlds that are not as everywhere in some cases, but then I tell myself that it is green but a second I thought I was going to darken the day , but no, everything is open , there is no reason to take this moment is how a walnut tree in distress , it is time stamped , I see no reason to leave , everything is well balanced, it goes without distance, but with harmony, so that I can get to the creation of an object that give me joy , that old feeling that passes and rebounds in the hope to lose belly fat , but this time I go to the bottom line is deep , weeks that I add to make everything clear in a pitted to avoid facing the terrible nightfall until ready from the tomb of my father , what to do here , in a sense that is lost in confusion , no, yes, no , yes, no field what melon is ripe, yes on the wall were shot sailors who fished for cod, for it is a heel he rocks must , because what is true is a small box that leans forward in this drawer tablecloths, bits of string , ash old trying to pinch the hose that goes back down the valley and into oblivion, it was a day like any other, I tried to convince me to another node when everything changed in the other part of my life, a furnace heater, cold waffles and yet unique moments that pass laughing, this is what I like for everything to be prepared carefully , this change reports, we go from one to two and it can go up next time, but this is tempting because here is better, since I know that is not positive, then all that remains to be done , in a burst of serious slowdown , I understand that I am far from the goal , this is not what will push me to do something else, the harder it is to break the shell, then it is like butter soft , it is a little greasy , but it is going to understand it is not easy crying, everything must be met , the fear of death , the pleasure of placing a pawn, the danger of sex out in the presence of a lawyer, so that everything is stored in a religious order, a prayer followed by a free action that would have surprised me , but when I do my calculations I am at the lowest maturity for consciousness is zero, for the seizure of disparate elements is one, and I am weak, I down the slope without thinking that maybe I can stop , but it goes too fast , a suddenly it is the turn, I pass handily in the first round but believe that it is releasing , I think it's losing , so I 'm in the field, a chilling example of fire is here to stay , an effort in the long term , and towards the requirement depletion of multiple desires, that's what always say, how to make a cross , digging the wood with a tool, then in a gesture of mercy, raise the level , go into the street , wait until the time is favorable , and then go home