Exactly always without notes nothing. Some speak of notebooks blacks. I limit myself to perceptions .
Exactly what you do not want to miss the remainder metabolised and eventually disappear by merging with the meat .
Infinite soundtracks, and endless perpetual asynchronous hearts, dreams, words.
Then she remembers a picture together, laughing together. Simultaneity. Or coincidence.
Then it comes to high heels and tall men and tall mountains and prospects and high expectations even more. Concomitantly. Or coincidence.
Then you are a bit 'Dylan Dog, we love you forever and you do not win ever.
Then he hates the past, and future, which not exist, that are nothing more than the present ever. Always.
And underlying discomfort by Piola, in the midst of rifles and pistols, banging on tables piola cigarettes, drinks a bit in 'senseless, but not, by piola. He recalls the day, it is assumed yesterday. We await the weekend and the shutters closed, that sooner or later overall due to renovations, or sale.
Wait for the feeling and you wait for the feeling and you wait and you shiver and you shake. Over and over and over again.
Is not no turning back 'cause I'm walking a line.
Dave Grohl here is a sudden American De Carlo, with the eee repeated that give as much of the incision and underscore and highlight and emphasis to the concept.
And then I reflect in my eyes, but usually more yellow than green-hazel-day, always the most beautiful ever seen before. And therein lies the antidote to fit me.
I know everything, but the intermingling [cited].
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