Luggage bright openings expected anything like the lucky and the rain falls as heavy applause size and tumult of thunder makes curtains and quiet town, emotionally stirring and sentimental that makes me anxious. trees sad smile. Grey school environment make me mad bristling of past experiences spent screaming and personality suddenly exploded because necessity is the mother of invention. Two seconds. Again. Two more seconds and then are in the world once again. Again. Two seconds. Again. Again. Existential bankruptcy strategies and feel free to suffer and be just as happy as me to stay healthy. I say calm. I think Serena. Not necessarily happy. Phones communicate with me you know there's mystery debut hello you. I do not give a shit. I wrote in the lake. Writing of poems known by writing languages \u200b\u200binfants of physical inflatable writing about suicide premeditated. Write me attitude that I left long and scarlet vents specially charged on the upper limbs because I'm learning to love me too. For two seconds. Appointments and walk. In the lake I'd like to meet again. I want to be your dog in the rehearsal room is covered with fragrant wood and clear your modesty as PoP. Oddities turn
home look beautiful butterfly that other people do not see. Applause out of me. Light inside me too if you do not know who is' I am body. Screams from scratch nights
sedated while hot camomile deodorant spray adidas rooms in pink and I have a new quilt to make me happy. I write on the walls that I could not remember if only I did not. Dream inflatable everywhere. A city inflatable, inflatable a sister, a boyfriend who would not be able to love inflatable full of flowers in stroke because of my soul no longer take myself in hand and my guitar is complaining. That makes me cruel immortality riot. Only for two seconds. Again. Lick my face if I find ice stracciatella. Too much sugar and honey made me diabetic. I want to heal. Covered in chocolate hot pink. Cigarette that consumes me between the fingers wake up. Slides and loud applause. I found pleasure in infusions praised. With jams and honey. Jam while watching the brackets Swiss melancholy sea port and a ride in that of my country. Air for me. Swiss parentheses write about me in French and I'm happy. Swiss parentheses laugh with me. On the rocks. As observed by tsunami waves and rough sea. There are situations taste of tribulation. Air cooler and friends run towards me understand that I care seriously. You are here to support my aggression. Joy Division guitarist who can not hear me. Love.
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