Learn about this hand written life: It’s just some kind of violent rain, a way of calling below the thunder. In the meantime, things are going to change on the third part. I meant to sleep half a day. Who can watch himself on a movie?
He does, he needs to touch the pigeons. Its 10:00AM. Now it’s half past ten. This is the shape of the lights of the city.
Refuse to accept the sound of the heating system. Is there some smell around? A smell which can change my memories?
The pictures of that time? The name of the city? A mountain with a lake to throw yourself from: Nothing easier than a dozen of tones. I remember an old deaf man painting a winter on a table made of wings, food and buildings. We’re going to play dominoes again and he’s gonna make your hand burn with a spoon.
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