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you have to share something it is a video advertising ceramic egg crate animation black / white so I do not know what they can advertise batteries or bulbs in lighting company has a song that makes me sick every time I listen I imagine ceramic egg crate Biscayne bus going downtown to watch the window of the car and is inserted perhaps spent the night when shops are closed on the last minute to buy fabric ceramic egg crate veils go one gold and one blue to match an Indian frieze do not know what kills me this song I was not too happy to miami especially when killing me with days when I felt much as anyone can feel noticeably a long life is an American song was drawn into a certain way of this song but I tell you that I had not seen advertising to know a few days I saw the pictures I saw a girl on a city animation black with many white lights is what kills me erasmus in Rotherham and we had such a strong feeling strong near simitirea death was years and years ago I read sf believe a book by Arthur C. Clark The City and the Stars I would like a picture on the cover of the NY skyscrapers at night with the lights of buildings and some few bright spots was a panoramic picture of the plane above you hear me? you see? and put me to imagine the hell they were doing about those who were living there at that moment precisely ceramic egg crate at the moment when the picture was taken if there were lights at someone that was beyond those tiny windows in night light is a sign that smoke signal sign in the woods is not? and who I imagine there could be hundreds and thousands of lives we had under cover of night eye on a few lights were lit can not all maids cleaned offices ceramic egg crate or late for work or who knows were there all I could not to think to that feeling for months looked not cover it happened to me once with my son's heart that book I was afraid I was in camp on the Danube paint day and night reading seats in bedrooms were not a drawing teacher asked her not I also know how to keep a basin called water in hands as cable not reach boiling up on the floor was a country girl held up her laver were reddened hands I was thinking how I would have reacted if m- would have asked me how I would have done after I discovered the magic words and now this song was bad and bad and everything in downtown imagine my evening walk and tall buildings and crowded ceramic egg crate and I jam on the city bus with high Eye lights ceramic egg crate she had looked down she saw a few days ago I watched the video of the song of the advertisement ceramic egg crate against night city lights were only black and she was white hair waving in the wind and I looked down and seen as crazy erasmus city was little of everything small small world people like ants souls smaller than all invisible with all their tracks to listen song dark light please chose a great nostalgia that nothing that we started it on her book cover and another in her another and another and we all we include it in another passage continues mean something is killing me destroys me as if I just touch that can not contain and understand
LUMSA
We are all repetitions of the same inconspicuous life the same triggers for comfort and pain and everythig else in Between alright i got it i believe you stop pointing forefinger of yours stubborn That I Do not Need to see the video to know that i cant say ouch in a genuine voice for it's Been Said Before Billion times in tongues and did not know existed Even I Can not crunch under my own pain for others squashing it's Been Worse Since The Beginning complexion time of time i can't feel happiness being only me for it's Been shared by so many HAVING to do zilch with my intimacy on top of Which I rise like a moronic rooster Every morning at six am to sing my stupid song of solitude in a huge world filled ceramic egg crate with people Exactly like me of minutes Importance and size. but thank you for Bringing me down you never cease do not do it do let me catch my breath do not let me weave a new scenario from Which to immerse yes but unique remind me alone to struggle not for answers but for questions Such as Why you have me i am Him everyone is eveybody else yet this is not satisfying at all nor is the loneliness ceramic egg crate Any less acute.
On a parallel note, this hasnt done me Any good. I really cringe at the thought of ... splitting. what am i going to do THEN, huh? my own personal book cover alone has ten times fold Will Be, plus the rest ... i'll ceramic egg crate probably swallow myself alive, get indigestion and throw myself up so apr times, i'll get worn out and give up, in, out ... but , here, I'll make you smile ... in return ... gggg. :) Do you remember "baby boyR
you have to share something it is a video advertising ceramic egg crate animation black / white so I do not know what they can advertise batteries or bulbs in lighting company has a song that makes me sick every time I listen I imagine ceramic egg crate Biscayne bus going downtown to watch the window of the car and is inserted perhaps spent the night when shops are closed on the last minute to buy fabric ceramic egg crate veils go one gold and one blue to match an Indian frieze do not know what kills me this song I was not too happy to miami especially when killing me with days when I felt much as anyone can feel noticeably a long life is an American song was drawn into a certain way of this song but I tell you that I had not seen advertising to know a few days I saw the pictures I saw a girl on a city animation black with many white lights is what kills me erasmus in Rotherham and we had such a strong feeling strong near simitirea death was years and years ago I read sf believe a book by Arthur C. Clark The City and the Stars I would like a picture on the cover of the NY skyscrapers at night with the lights of buildings and some few bright spots was a panoramic picture of the plane above you hear me? you see? and put me to imagine the hell they were doing about those who were living there at that moment precisely ceramic egg crate at the moment when the picture was taken if there were lights at someone that was beyond those tiny windows in night light is a sign that smoke signal sign in the woods is not? and who I imagine there could be hundreds and thousands of lives we had under cover of night eye on a few lights were lit can not all maids cleaned offices ceramic egg crate or late for work or who knows were there all I could not to think to that feeling for months looked not cover it happened to me once with my son's heart that book I was afraid I was in camp on the Danube paint day and night reading seats in bedrooms were not a drawing teacher asked her not I also know how to keep a basin called water in hands as cable not reach boiling up on the floor was a country girl held up her laver were reddened hands I was thinking how I would have reacted if m- would have asked me how I would have done after I discovered the magic words and now this song was bad and bad and everything in downtown imagine my evening walk and tall buildings and crowded ceramic egg crate and I jam on the city bus with high Eye lights ceramic egg crate she had looked down she saw a few days ago I watched the video of the song of the advertisement ceramic egg crate against night city lights were only black and she was white hair waving in the wind and I looked down and seen as crazy erasmus city was little of everything small small world people like ants souls smaller than all invisible with all their tracks to listen song dark light please chose a great nostalgia that nothing that we started it on her book cover and another in her another and another and we all we include it in another passage continues mean something is killing me destroys me as if I just touch that can not contain and understand
LUMSA
We are all repetitions of the same inconspicuous life the same triggers for comfort and pain and everythig else in Between alright i got it i believe you stop pointing forefinger of yours stubborn That I Do not Need to see the video to know that i cant say ouch in a genuine voice for it's Been Said Before Billion times in tongues and did not know existed Even I Can not crunch under my own pain for others squashing it's Been Worse Since The Beginning complexion time of time i can't feel happiness being only me for it's Been shared by so many HAVING to do zilch with my intimacy on top of Which I rise like a moronic rooster Every morning at six am to sing my stupid song of solitude in a huge world filled ceramic egg crate with people Exactly like me of minutes Importance and size. but thank you for Bringing me down you never cease do not do it do let me catch my breath do not let me weave a new scenario from Which to immerse yes but unique remind me alone to struggle not for answers but for questions Such as Why you have me i am Him everyone is eveybody else yet this is not satisfying at all nor is the loneliness ceramic egg crate Any less acute.
On a parallel note, this hasnt done me Any good. I really cringe at the thought of ... splitting. what am i going to do THEN, huh? my own personal book cover alone has ten times fold Will Be, plus the rest ... i'll ceramic egg crate probably swallow myself alive, get indigestion and throw myself up so apr times, i'll get worn out and give up, in, out ... but , here, I'll make you smile ... in return ... gggg. :) Do you remember "baby boyR
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