The antelope fragile and tender, long legs, looking straight ahead rock with big eyes, and says "Remember your dream." Then I and the antelope, I and I We stared at each other, and play to win. Do not stop talking about the usefulness of cooking the crows in the power lines, and spinach are good. But the Ravens do not stop repeating everything I say, even within my stomach. They're always talking, I'm always talking, I'm tired of listening to two times every time I say something. If you still have an extension to play the guitar ... Because I need to sing this song, butduo. I do not want to learn, I learn to play something else, the harpsichord, the bottle of anise El Mono, but not the guitar. That is sacred.
sacredness of memory is an absolute. There is no possible answer. If anyone asks "why", the only answer is "because." By answering "because" I feel good. The water screens are inscrutable, and the ways of God of spaghetti bolognese.
For all fluids are sacred. They are human, pain, love, disgust. The tears, blood, nitric acid, orange juice, semen, water, lymph,pus, coca cola, urine ... all part of a network of channels through which sailed toward the goal of mortality. They disappear, they disappear and we displayed the disease, joy, health or death.
There is beauty in the blood of a wound.
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