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people who understand they went to the bottom,
they became aware of this innate liberty
but morality to the world.
Supposing, then, that necesitate
Springs every love that kindled in you, you
restraint is the mayor.

"But who made me do, smoking rocks, pull, drop, roll ..."
But acchitta glance, muttering and Caracalla, in the end Cappuccino acid was lost in the forest without trees. "What the fuck ?!?!" forest is rightly wondered. But once again, "I I have thought or said? Shit, maybe it was better to eat healthy, maybe ....". And he fell asleep and fair hypoventilated inside a glass case that just happened right there where it was passed. "Of course, eh cotrec , a place so it was better not cross it" was the last thought before letting go. Now, she pretended to sleep, believed to do so, or rather, asked: "But I'm really sleeping or just imagine it" and again "but I have said or I thought?". It was all very difficult time for her.
Here, Cappuccino you can not just call the phone late at night and expect you to understand better, but it sure is a good person. Good as long as no the rise of the apes. Three monkeys climbers and tenacious, that unfortunately, unlike the poor cousins, they see us and hear us speak. Three howler dangerous shit the fucking ugly, long story short.
He said: "I'm sarcophagus of glass is narrow, gasping for air, aira lac nam ! ... Oh God I'm wrong, do Elam tsoid ! O moon silent or haughty sky, I'm bad, I feel bad !!!". It cries and you got a prince rigrida sleepy, vaguely annoyed: "Come out of them then, nasty bitch goes unpunished! Dragons are not enough, the armies of darkness, the single combat and hemorrhoids from too much riding. No! Even the nighttime screams of frightened princess! Fuck father, kiss my ass Re-parent: "Hear the cries in the night? The hate son? Go boy, go! Save the girl! Make it yours! Be a hero as I was for your mother ... venerable old royal pain in the ass! "But in all this moaning talkative Cappuccino was astonished, looked at him and did not understand," but who the fuck gave you called ugly piece of mud infected ! Arise from the balls you and your child to be perverse whims of a saw out of control! "The prince, who also was not a Franciscan, there was evil, he closed his hand and the quintet moves avalanche model on the left cheek of her spitting some molar mixed with bile snapped his fingers. Poor Prince, the three monkeys psychotic were very happy to dismember it for others but even more they can suck fresh bone marrow without risk penalties. The cries of the young in fact not noticed anyone. Cappuccino finally able to return to relax and groped telepathic contact with the white rabbit that eluded him systematically. He was a vague, such marks the jumping, the money was good. They were friends once, then he had lost the papers, including hallucinations and mystical mixture. With the excuse that there was no time, the queen of hearts was angry and that the hatter was mad, said he had given to the bush for the good of all, however, was only lost in the tunnel. But the bastard would not be able to run forever ... So grinned to himself Cappuccino looking forward to gutting the wad without anesthesia and the dinner that would then be made.
Of course this is not a moralizing story nor constructive. This is only a likely story. A story, as it were, airot sanu, which I do not know if I thought or I wrote it. The monkeys are ugly and salivary hungry, look at me, the rabbit, also called the shit timid, and has the cell phone off, Prince drips from the walls, will be a pain in the ass tomorrow scrape it off, I sip a hot question: who me did it make smoking rocks, pull, drop, roll. Shit, maybe it was better to eat healthy, maybe .... It was better tired of the infinitely small, infinitely large and dedicate to 'infinite medium.

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Who are you to live in all these forms? Is your death, your glory, mercy, and peace. From rest to the spirit, understanding, courage. The heart glad again. It becomes another war in your name. The thin red line that connects to what I know what I can only imagine. The truth that you do not have to leave but shines through your eyes.
I see a man dead, horribly mutilated and the looks of my companions are sad. I smile among the leaves and insects. The decomposition has jungle, fight, love animals. Maybe people are members of a single great soul, one great being. All seek salvation by following their own path, as coal removed from the fire, fighting with the wind.
We will go straight up that hill, and the water will give us relief. Need to fear a man only when he stops complaining and makes blind.
something up there for protection, at the top where I do not get to see find solace.
rosy-fingered Dawn, I do not betray my fellow humans. In you I trust in you I take refuge. Following your bow in blue if I'm not afraid of my weakness.
Mortar bombs polluting the air, it passes the day, the evening approaches. Blacks frightened eyes, unshaven, and only poor men, bulging with doubt. It makes no sense, there is no alternative as it is selected and you choose without anything happening. Cough
sick and stomach pains. Wet terror. Flying high above the valley of bodies lying rotting.
We run into something that looks like you, at least in part, even if only in the future. Silent and hidden in the grass, panting. There is fear in every act.
We die one by one, I do not believe it. Screams and fog after the blasts. On the ground! On the ground. Stretcher bearers, men, help them. There is no end, only orders. Do not stop, call up your name and waiting for an answer while the prairie waves, clouds and sky we look ahead.
I killed, crawl in the mud, I continue to smile and no one can command me, but I'm afraid, very afraid. Teach me to see things as you see it.

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A lot of waste too much time waiting for me here at the entrance. I look at him, closed tight and smell. I go up and disturbing shadows all known 'inside. Slowly I try to open the knot that keeps it closed. Put my hand in with my eyes closed rummaging wet and slimy. I sniff your fingers and the smell is acrid, death and oblivion. Inconvenient Truth. I want to understand better so I begin to extract its contents. Cards notes useless stained with oil and coffee, bottles, crumpled paper towels and dried mucus. Do I have everything in order and continuous. I go deeper and touch what was a white mozzarella and juicy, full of tiny worms hours. It rip a dripping piece of yellowish serum, the taste. E 'and I feel distinctly acid in the mouth agitation of the larvae, not for long, fast and chew it all boils down to an indistinct mass toxic. I swallow. The lid of a yogurt remains attached to the shirt, and lick what's left, is acidic. Annoying filaments between the teeth. Nausea grips me and watery eyes. Do not cry, tears. Cigarette butts, ashes. As I turn one and I aspire to that which remains, tar disgusting. Check the filter and put it out on the brand of moist rotting vegetables, and even the taste, musty. There seems to be nothing if not fermented liquids and locks of hair scattered old 'everywhere.
Now the bag is empty should again be saturated with what gives anguish and shame. Of what will hopefully disappear, lock tightly in plastic bags and throw away. I think back to the manual of self liberation, maybe I get it.
stacked in a corner of the useless crap I put my head in the bag and tie tightly. Lying smile, more and more sleepy and nervous, more like the truth. I close my eyes, I finally stop crying and tears. Just today I found out the name of my daughter, Odus.

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