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I rather take one to the head..
That’s what he said (in hindsight)
Don’t worry, I won’t be taking much of your time.
Short-lived my belief in the life you possess.
Read again the little letters, these contracts, often contradict clauses.
Fingernails, apparently come together with scratching last chances, moments, even standstill agreement with friends.
The showers, some teenagers misunderstood the essence of these waters.
Gases, will penetrate you biologically and rape your cells.
There is, in fact, nothing sexual about it, when you think about it.
But we will never ever think about, sipping our imported coffee in the former USSR borrowed for now, lands, on the sofa we bought times 50 payments.
I wonder if the sofa will survive my twenty-twenty-so-so two-edge-sword, it’s hard to sit around with such anger and killing tools.
Meanwhile, some cheap refined spirit satisfied the tongues from saying anything about the spooning devil marathon, reality shows on channel 1.
News about the dead, pulling the undertaking the ones who whipped cream just because the French stranger couldn’t pronounce wept, and left to urge a last wish to fall asleep with 40% fat sweet flavor on his skeleton bed, going nowhere on this unmoved affair to Americanize a dream.
This is all getting lost, we better enter and wash our mouths before someone hears us whispering lies of intimate affection.
Soon, it will spread like…
