What Will Happen When The world'll Get So That You Can not look crowded out the window in the morning?
cocktail that I did not drink for a party in which I participated:
russian emotion
a little 'bit of vodka
a' fantasy of red emotion
ingest.
clean the windshield makes the lights brighter. if it were me I'd go to a midnight ride off into the woods. if I were not I could be someone else.
if it was not like that would be another, if not a hand would be different if it was not noon would probably four thirty-six. how do I guess all the possible trajectories that the right is able to take me home? I have missions to accomplish, I, or rather, must come to me of the missions entrusted to, or better, give me a mission and all swear that if I like even just a little bit you bring it out, really. enough that you will move from my chair mind. if it were a chair would be a red-hot stove, but unfortunately my mind has created a chair and I placed it conveniently, by calculating the probability and feeling very clever at times. Meanwhile the world goes out the window, and is also quite crowded. when you go to open my window, I hear a little 'sound. when you can not do or you're tired or thou hast Your own way, I'm not always able to reach out and grab the handle. of my brain. from where we started?
by the fact that I can not conclude anything, more or less true. Then there are the days when for some reason I put myself in the head of things about you, I gnaw his ear. Right. listen to anything with which to bend to my superstitions. all based on the uncertainty, because if I were convinced that a = a there would be no problems. the problem is that I think I've seen several become b, c, d, e, and then terrifies me to the probability of inaccuracy of the result, there is no way of knowing whether a situation to bring me in succession and then on bcd ; I can not predict how things go, so go crazy. follow me?
but I can not develop my guesses without taking into account that inside my head there is a culture apart, which creates, develops, one day build his chimney, for now ceramic body on the bank of a river particularly nice, we say that remained some time ago. outside there is a world that moves so on. then I have to separate what is a figment of my imagination on what it is not, my sense of helplessness process it quickly, identify the goal and start over. the only possible conclusion I can think of for this phrase is, with a rocket in the ass. sorry.
and I can not ignore that in the case of two people is of the opinion that two people must be heard, so I think I'll ask, I will ask what you think, and to do that I will use the means by which I can be more comprehensive, I think I'll write you a letter.
type.
hello, I wanted to tell you, if I were not I could be someone else, but I am and then is fine with me where I am, after all what is beautiful is not beautiful but it's so beautiful, it also said Schiller. more or less. no?
strip soften the words of concepts.
hello, all things considered I could be worse, but it's okay.
tell the truth to be directed.
hello, boh. believed to be on guard, you have the eyes open, then I got distracted for a moment and I like it plunged into the midst of boredom head, and I can no longer stand out from the rest of the people, I mean, to feel the slightest difference, so I do not find motivation. since reoperation your swing again, and if I'm hanging there at least follow it with both eyes adjust to the eventual hard landing. since the situations are not expected. how do I look the other way? I want you to think less and less, but I do not like.
be imperfect.
hello. just me, hope it goes well.
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