Shall we think of my vulnerability? Of the situation of reprobation where I find myself and I feel foul, a personal sickening? It’s tacky. Let’s think about the music. Passion and masturbation in a deprecated human. I don’t follow the path but I wish I can take that metaphysic gate.
If you ask me about my neighbours, I may puke… about my life and … I may deviate the conversation, about the others and … I’ll stir my tongue. Yes! This is the way my feelings go when I feel a zealot of myself. Egocentrism? May be, but then is when I knock to your door and I discover this human side.
I remember when I used to go to the sea, see the sea, see the seagulls, sea the seaside. See, see, see. And settled there gazing at the sun, coming up and thinking about THE WAVES. Yes Virginia! Then I fell asleep in a turbotunnel straight to the sun, to the macrocosmos and felt really hot, hot 40, 100, 250, 800, 951, 10 000, google C. I was so sun, so an excited electron, so me. In this condensation my trip to earth was in minutes and then I fell down in the stratosphere. I liked it when I went back in a flip of an eye. My face is rushing, is red, is tearing my eyes.
Then in America, I didn’t know which crocodiles would come after me if Mike would have chosen the same situation, and joined me. Cheers!!!!! Stopping the train just to get over him. Yes, and I wasn’t kidding. Was I living there inside of that medicine capsule, where you pushed me?
I whistled that same night…. You know why? Because you told me to. Because I believed in that fucking connection in a perpetual movement, which violated the physics suggestions. Indeed I whistled just to open the breach of that same constellation. U know what I mean? ASIMOV does.
And those standards…….
The day we where in Johannesburg, well, we weren’t there… Auckland? Does that tell you something? Molina!!!!! Yes! Hole! Yes! Sex! My domain was restricted and I perpetrated it. That was my revelation of revolution and solitude. Death and forthcoming, and living depressed in a stress that loved my situation. The reverse intuition didn’t consider that fault of politicism. U see? TOK TOK
Hating you makes me feel in March, now it is. March it is. Indeed the sun is coming once again and I fall down. He does not know what’s happening, me Tran scripting through him. Ten hands, they have already touched me. I hug him, touched him as well, had sun with him. SEX WITH LOVE, no globe. Guilty I am for those perpetrations.
Well don’t forget me, nor my roots, not those winters, forgotten winters, don’t call me and let me feel silences, don’t call me. Although I am a dog, wet dog Ill bark and bite those implications when you start the end. Mmm… this is it. Gone and gone and guns with me, you don’t know now anything about me. Sad it is. I will come back later, and tell you my truth. Read the paper please.
My fucking vulnerability would allow me to disappear, and so I’m doing. Now… Now…. Now… its gone.
gone
gone
If you ask me about my neighbours, I may puke… about my life and … I may deviate the conversation, about the others and … I’ll stir my tongue. Yes! This is the way my feelings go when I feel a zealot of myself. Egocentrism? May be, but then is when I knock to your door and I discover this human side.
I remember when I used to go to the sea, see the sea, see the seagulls, sea the seaside. See, see, see. And settled there gazing at the sun, coming up and thinking about THE WAVES. Yes Virginia! Then I fell asleep in a turbotunnel straight to the sun, to the macrocosmos and felt really hot, hot 40, 100, 250, 800, 951, 10 000, google C. I was so sun, so an excited electron, so me. In this condensation my trip to earth was in minutes and then I fell down in the stratosphere. I liked it when I went back in a flip of an eye. My face is rushing, is red, is tearing my eyes.
Then in America, I didn’t know which crocodiles would come after me if Mike would have chosen the same situation, and joined me. Cheers!!!!! Stopping the train just to get over him. Yes, and I wasn’t kidding. Was I living there inside of that medicine capsule, where you pushed me?
I whistled that same night…. You know why? Because you told me to. Because I believed in that fucking connection in a perpetual movement, which violated the physics suggestions. Indeed I whistled just to open the breach of that same constellation. U know what I mean? ASIMOV does.
And those standards…….
The day we where in Johannesburg, well, we weren’t there… Auckland? Does that tell you something? Molina!!!!! Yes! Hole! Yes! Sex! My domain was restricted and I perpetrated it. That was my revelation of revolution and solitude. Death and forthcoming, and living depressed in a stress that loved my situation. The reverse intuition didn’t consider that fault of politicism. U see? TOK TOK
Hating you makes me feel in March, now it is. March it is. Indeed the sun is coming once again and I fall down. He does not know what’s happening, me Tran scripting through him. Ten hands, they have already touched me. I hug him, touched him as well, had sun with him. SEX WITH LOVE, no globe. Guilty I am for those perpetrations.
Well don’t forget me, nor my roots, not those winters, forgotten winters, don’t call me and let me feel silences, don’t call me. Although I am a dog, wet dog Ill bark and bite those implications when you start the end. Mmm… this is it. Gone and gone and guns with me, you don’t know now anything about me. Sad it is. I will come back later, and tell you my truth. Read the paper please.
My fucking vulnerability would allow me to disappear, and so I’m doing. Now… Now…. Now… its gone.
gone
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