if a cold day like death

if a cold day like death I passed through an immense thing that begins where it ends and take the tangent to the middle of the hoop, it runs so fast I sit, I can not count the stars, the fear pushes the limits, I need a resource, but how to get to the other side or a short middle ages raging in every corner, I go down quickly to avoid getting caught by the bad guys and I tell n ' anything to be sure that all is well in the farm, because if count to three and I take an egg I still have a reason to hope, but if it falls on a mistake by the Dept of education, I'm good to drop the shirt and hear the complaints because it's wrong that evil jerk who makes works for cousins, which is not acceptable, I demand errors on the field and it does not lag I hate promiscuity, these body caressing me without any intention to take me by force, but I am encouraged to go ahead, because there, in the heat of Indian summer I noticed he had to say yes to the extent that it could come to the conclusion that everything is thank you, but especially at night, and yes in such a circumstance disorder, I find the spring that allowed the old to be a new face which leads me to the race length, which can not take a step without being covered in blood, then in a pleasant indulgence for me but not for others, I headed straight I got a good old pavement for the funeral of Lord and I take with me the new forces that are not yet for old, which is annoying when you want to come to an agreement, because in a moment of area , what about the stones that block the road, and the essence that I found in a tree, you will tell me that it's hard, but then I stop, I take ten pounds of carrots, you never know if I'm trapped, I want to be beheaded, like that at least I would not have lost everything and then God willing I can always sing with all the strength I have left but the mouth that belongs to the head, So after thinking I have to admit that it is better to keep his head, I'll think about the next time, meanwhile do not miss the next edition of the works of the idiot who thought that Rome is in Italy, but will with the most urgent, do not miss the first who thinks that everything that follows is a switching error then say yes, but also in other ambition I reign over my lambs