suddenly the words lose their meaning and resonate as empty as abandoned rooms, drinking cans of beer, nut shells thrown away.
I pick up our pictures of smiles that do not recognize.
Among my neurons is nestled a beaver that continues to pile futility of believing we can build its future. What is the future then?
Suddenly I wake up and see reality as it is, bald and toothless, but deceive me I preferred his wig and dentures from ceramic. I can not
to sleep. The yellow face, eyes incavatie and single-tooth smile grotesque terrify me.
I want to be alone here, and soundly licked my wounds, but I look at him and are laughing all the blood running ...
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