what about it is you or is it

what about it is you or is it to believe that everything starts now needs to be done too because for most of the conditions that are made to be deflected in the minority current time resulting in a struggle without having time to take a coffee to say that everything is there waiting but for now we must be careful to falls horse in the snow though being debated to one day become a jump world champion funeral stele stalled because there is a ban that goes straight to the lowest level in anxiety to know what happens after death, but I do not know and I do not think because for Life is quiet running of days that are helpful or neutral, it depends on the feeling you catch the wall of silence in an iron box but it makes or that it takes it's always a highlight to tear away from the hot temperature that would like doing nothing, but when it comes to darken I fear no one, because after so many years of varied products I focused on the time that goes up to the point that is not on the card, I was sure that's why I can not find the time to do that, saying that it is true to say something, but not in this direction is that c 'Clearly, wow there a few times I find myself being violent, it never lasts too long, but when I think of all that I have to do, I want to stay asleep for ten years, but as the human must fight to the death, I am willing to engage in this fierce climb that starts only when all the holes are filled, but now it takes me a little off guard because on going to work every day should deploy a savagery to get to do everything that is asked but I am still in ease I can not be wild, maybe my ancestors 4000 years ago they had to be more physical than now because today it is not worth to say that everything is down to shine in society, the new style is much more urban tasteless as to make a city, you just academic results which are good but the grave is must be ready to put a body any, we must act quickly everything is urgent in death for merit and the glory you have to go to the next window because for me there is nothing left of life, everything ends in a box and goodbye friends, it's in Jesus' lap and then goes left to the coffin, we return to the city in noise fish smells, meat flavors women, gold, bank notes, jewelery, feelings when we forget that the weather does not allow to dream, you just press the button and automatically it is transported into a magical forest, it sings, it plays is lightweight, soft, happy, everything is easy, I take a boat on sand and when to disembark I say three, it goes up and down it must adjust its output to not have the unpleasant impression die for and then we jump on the green grass is so light on that soon we fly above the trees, everything seems to me little one must make an effort to see where it turns into a plane because for the trouble I went to see what it's like to take to another and when I think of what I say I do not find that very well so to be more in mind I do everything the opposite