a troublesome army song, a possibility of happening; morning. it throws away people from our lives, like those that take comfort in the cancer of hazards. the person, the now, is lonely; it is throwing away the trash in order to feel. it endures, this dejected problem of myself. a trillion shipping flags. my neurosis in complete change.

the person, with an empty tin-can, communicates well; it is equal and it is worse.eighteen flesh children. the divided going out. a latency ceremony, a biological thing. it is bitter in sweet sound. something goes wrong inside my brain, a small war after a substantial war; undulation, the possibility of connecting.

god has known that nothing from the outside is found; the emptiness of the world, where everything which is heard has come to me. we would like to put in place those which half obstruct eyesight; to do that it is possible to desire. i am my old friend top and bottom, the thing which throws out the people from our lives. verified, weakened so easily by the defect of quality. a sketch for the beginner to pass the time.

it was clear english to you. vicariously you must live, possessing a nest in the sky. concerning latent biology of a certain kind, you talk. perhaps because in all these foolish actions and the punishment of the cat, an answer is incomprehensible. a war between the defective synapses of my brain.