sábado, 17 de julio de 2010

Irregular irregulations of traumas. Mislead of mental trouble wannabe.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

I'm eating out away my good. My kindness, my only reason.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

Before I go on, I wanna take one last breath to say something wise: Find love or die trying.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

This is not even your thing, your world, you don't need this. No one is gonna come to save by doing harm.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

Stop playing the songs and sleep in absolute silence, absolute comprehension of gravity and unhealth of the moment.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

Do not attempt sympathy. Don't lie.

I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

This is "absurd". What a cliché. At least someone made a profit out of bit, enough to go out dinner. Don't try playing funny but that actually did made me smile a little bit. Enough,