lightning exist because clouds collide. Not the clouds collide on purpose to generate lightning.
And this seems clear enough. Unable to communicate
find happiness in anticipation of days Valentinian.
Joy found beside you on the balcony of your house tonight. Giganterrima moon smiles at us. Cigarette you hold to your lips, that I would be. I'm turning in my bed tonight, while we were kissing under the stars. Today they are the cream cornet, my bloody valentine note that I run in the head and still want to drink endless kisses.
Mother shouting my name, I'm here. And I sat down next to you listening to the beat of the chants in myocardial tramutatosi 1969, Herman's Hermits, you feel it? Something is happening. 3 minutes and 09 by 1969. Beat box the skull. Beat box. Beat box the skull and coffee enjoyed up and down, stomach in turmoil, love-LOVE-stomach in turmoil. Do you love me? No, because I do not remember ... mental-saws kept me dream of living happily love stories already difficult enough. It was my fault.
Welfare found in your embrace. When can I hold you again?
Love. Sole walking
reviewed with you. Sun, which will see again. Walking. With you.
Sonics (Have Love, Will Travel)
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