In the open-air cinema no musty smell.
plunged into endless silence with the laughter around that seem recorded and are nothing more than a kilometer zoom out. I talk for hours with your body and skeletal someone shuts me from the bottom room, but infuse you. At the bottom I am. The rice man is still asleep.
If only I had a tent we groped for reconnection to the land and revive each other. Rooted in our choices and radical spirit we have not spoken or compared to film. Your TV is not my telly: we live so far away from the remote.
you fall asleep before I can even say goodbye, and the house is in darkness as if tomorrow was still to draw with pencils Ikea strewn about the room. You can sign
the justification you can jump to our next debate?
The disinfestation and faces in the party worse than not hiring, fifteen euro to get into this shit do not put them in place.
I say we go out together for the auction do not think that there is but it seems you've invited all of Milan and the free open bar, however, cost too much and no, I just can not allow them to me and put on the shirt of good h & m
remain in town only to be alone and not for us but, ah sorry, there is no us. Give me back the brackets and paresis of the last smiles.
What ever will be done in the center now.
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