He was looking down, of course this song has nothing good, only a gentle and melancholy music that asks you "hey here you sit still and silent."
Cigarettes are almost finished, still in pajamas. The time zone
mental, if not adjusted right, can do tricks.
Those are the pads, we promise a rocking body, but the clusters in the throat may risk becoming too dangerous "while smoking and drinking as a sink to Friday evening. The cinnamon gum
not eaten for a long time, but come on this is not the end it tells you the song, and if you say so means that it is true.
But it may well be that the slow decay of these States will be able to take me somewhere.
The cat sleeps on my pillow placid, and I now I must go, sliding the door out of this house is so quiet now except for this little song ...
The nightmares are terrible but at this time of introspection and I have a fear of losing my fucking friends, maybe because inside I feel guilty about something, or because the springs 27 to December're too bad.
Love is a wonderful thing, but ven when a nasty disease is slow in coming.
What can I say good day to everyone
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