BREAKING UP CURRENT DETAILS

Sometimes the great goodness of the heart,other times the animal instincts, now life is like an age-old sediment,the dirt is freezing deeper and deeper in it. Everything from scrap, materials brought from here and there.

All that unnecessary exertion. Az it was still a terrestrial antenna, but we never managed to catch the more real texts behind the puffed-up propaganda!As in a production operetta, but only adults can understand,

On the uninhabited islands, there really are only Stroman Hussars, and those who serve them, all the rest of the sham-bellied, squeaky-bellied Ant spawn.because there is a great temptation to abuse with him, who are looking for an easy life, although they themselves,as it turns out, are victims.

You can start with flies crawling around in a world without humans.above the city, the phrases died out.He counted the way the clown in the Mane set the sooty rings. that at the top of the food chain,there are monarchies looting at will.

As the book says.Smashing obscurity and leftover potatoes, imagining foreign cities, where food smells like bodies, and everything is literally there.And dress up so they don't think Robinson's a shipwrecked bum.

For endless sentences, the bugs die out, the mind is forbidden to love,I murmur,I repeat in amazement, believing myself in disbelief, for I am uncertain what is worth, and whether I will be in doubt of the veracity of the word, I would not mind if, thinking about the situation, I could spend days with myself when the voices escape.Inside, this is how I leave day after day, waiting for someone from an unknown city.

How can I lie to myself?! I watch it as a multi-role TV series, Counting from an armchair to see if I'm complete. I have been watching for a long time what is happening to me and not to me. Before the gas reaches my heart.And the living, the sudars, walk around me, looking at them as a persistent X-ray of suspicion.