close my eyes and there's all surrounded by everything. A large and noisy crowd, and pledged to ask, perhaps, to injure. No compliments, only criticism, poisonous.
There are good criticisms, little gems thorny hard to swallow, but when you let go slip and fall down in the stomach borbide and sweet, now transformed by the intelligence in your precious fruits and greedy. The people love each other, basically. Some do not know, but they need others. Often unintentionally act in a way that their peers are well, taking them over with bitterness to them better people. Today, I think so, because I want to.
There are also the words cruel, malicious. They can get by the enemies, or from the worst enemy of us all. The unnamed opponent. With his face in the mirror. You see there, and only in aluminum foil. More often, you meet him in the waters of a lake or in the less polluted puddles. you. You are all evil those who want to destroy, demolish piece by piece what others have built with you. you who ask questions. You who pretend. You always yell against you and repeat the words of the vortex. You see that little blue tornado? Watch it better. I look better. What is it made? Are perhaps those words? The wind moves in a circle, but also forward, backward and in all directions. Result? You bump into. For what you find yourself full of bruises, but booze! The absurdity is that the air disaster you've created with your wicked gray matter! Ask, demand, disputes. Try only ever improve.
diabolical mechanism, goes hand in hand with an evil circle. I am using too many adjectives? I'm sure you could skip, I imagine you agile and quick in the words of those smoky. Smoky, not famous. I could also say dusty, but it would be anachronistic, since I wash often. But I wrap it in the smoke, I do not understand and others can not enter. So they are smoky, but pleasantly scented. 
At the end of this thought I'm sure there will be light in the shape of a cone. Directly addressed at some point in the universe. Perhaps India, I know. Last night a girl claimed to make sure that in my life I have to go from there. Some drunks are more creative than others. Once I remember saying that I engaged to the philosopher Epicurus. What a couple we would! One set with the right half and one without head or tail! Actually I do not know how reliable my sources - memories from the book of philosophy in high school and a text on Epicurean purchased in Florence - but I think that Epicurus was another too, so, she set out to invent a philosophy based on the measure. invent a philosophy is a little 'how to build a second dimension. In a sense, do the same by writing or acting. I know. My brain is stained and rough habitat of thoughts, all lazy students, lovers of lost time and talk. Every day, the words of my interlocoturi overlapping images of fantasy, sometimes so intrusive as to make me tickled. That is the lady in the supermarket becomes an ant catching money and language teacher bee with a magic wand.
On paper, however, are sullen and unresponsive. I express the thoughts when they are painful, in those rare cases in which I can not turn them into strawberries.
will learn.
you should not get out, you find that the brain must keep, you can not take the garage. You just decide to make him feel good, not to torture him. If he is sick, he's evil. He is sick, not you. Helping is good, you learn to limp from the lame is a nonsense. I've been confused, perhaps, do not I said who they are, but never mind. Internalize what I write, forget the face of the author. It is I who write to me or that I am writing to you, you? Fregatene.
Get the words and make them yours, if you like. Otherwise tell me, we tried again. Tell
.
Tell me that we will learn.
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