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ntial of saliva that direct dirijiose throat. Of dealers, the world breaks strings and read a journeyman card, indifferent, alerts only when the phone sounds a tone. Will hopefully a sign of my divinity to be human again and I desexorcise the monster that eats my insides. Will the lapels embroidered his name trying to be lost forever. Everything is predestined to infinity not, thus making a balance that will last forever. A postcard on top of the table and an envelope with the names of people who forgot they existed, are lost in an attic and hypocrisy of my carelessness ... or yours. I feel awkward and final hypothesis of this berengenal of nonsense is that it gives me an evil dream. I think the dormitaña not let me think. Is it so bad the evil itself in this case? Perhaps, as I need. Mouths full of green canaries sing the gift of hope to fall asleep. Upon awakening, plastic knives cut the memory and since they are single use, will be deleted and tell me a secret burial that never existed. Careciente despair Inherte candle wax, turns, but never falls apart, for good or for ill. I hope that the desire to be placed between my strengths and want to know anything worthwhile, but Ashima, I'd rather have what I have, which is written virtuósamenteen on the line where the desire is lacking. Hugs to my arms with a pillow and not vice versa, is what gives life to hope ... the hope of wanting to feel that thisnight, I have to wish, for self-love that is special.

Oblivion is to remember that it was. White

Jocker

Marc Anthony Recurdeme

"Sometimes, blindly in the darkness you see things clearer ..."
not remember who said this sentence. He was someone and something I do not know but that's because I do not know too much. I do not understand, nor want to understand anything. Today is my night, mine and my keyboard. At this moment I curse to the very god who created you, and today I am not esque of you, this is the night malnacientes traitors swearing, boasting of pain to give to people in the seats. I do not understand when or why, but do not need to know. A flashing doctrine contradicts the facts and not to count to get back smiles to the taunts. I'm angry, very cranky. Distances give me the words and never speak, because either I do not understand or do not listen. I have nopeople, I lost by his story of lies or try to hurt me. Once tested the blood of war, no one is scared to almost nothing. Everything has a reason and I know, only this time I refuse to listen. Have my forgiveness tomorrow, for sure. Each and every one of those who think killing verbs, will be spared but that will last the night. The dark tiniebliza lace and root weld the doors. Too dark to see someone, so much so that even thinking is clouded. If you want it this way gives a cry, but never break the damn mirror. Do not look between the necromancy a savior, the righteous is he who lost everything and no one remembers what it once was. Fingers wedged between the versatile languagesevil laughter. Everyone is responsible to tread your path and mine is among high boil. Not see it, does not mean you walk in the right place, it means that I believe my way. Routines, conclaves of riffraff, seen and unseen and nothing happens. Pigs of hypocrisy, smear the name of the people I met and lost hope I'll ever have, but I had for them. This is true. Today you are king of kings and after the dawn, are a prince without a kingdom. Then by default, early night and playful life. Just touch the frost, cold but the sun is eternal does not want to go out.
Again I say to myself:
- "I Will Survive ..."
Tomorrow is another day and thank God, prayer, laughter. White

Jocker