topsy-turvy worlds
your fear of the seemingly predictable, and the life to write it anyway else. The fear is focused on known-Fantasiertem. I move pretty slowly toward me.
Green laser, black vans in parking lots, and chat via poly and raise old names, for instance J., on the other had so unkategorisierbar. There is nothing more absurd, all of this again eh-already-know-and always assume, can surprise you any more, except the small moments in between that of the naturalness of a morning value. Muffin and the best in the world of eating worst Mci the world, you do not write just lucky to hear songs, little echo in alleys, remembering it clearly.
And you say 20 x felt "good to see you," Bataille stupidity of tattoos, and something has changed, perhaps only the awareness of the difference or the demystification of them, Finally, if you say that you all already bored sometimes. There are still things to do though.
Once again, hiding faces, why I always do that. Feels
100 Beer have been drinking, be happy, can not escape the World Cup, talks about the direction and being on familiar stairs in front of well-known pubs. I'm looking at you, for you, cities, and (im) morality, on energy losses and on the last page of this wonderful trilogy that I might share with you should even more closely.
Maybe a little mischief. Small
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