that if in the cracks of asphalt and puddles there is a way out, which will
If I tell you that unarmed, and the memories do not exist in
Nature, created as a support for action, Fresh Content for
Reflections loaded, gaps of camimulitive charges, on the plane
B7 Square, mark red faceless, and dual reasons,
unfounded or not liquid completely, inexhaustible rigorism
judgments, silhouette of shapeless extrapolation will not prove rationality
schemes, used and thick, emergency situations, changes will not make it, rather
nice will ask, either to stay, or go to the commerce, all earthly completely
throwing
and when in the keyhole, the key will be stuck, loosely, but before
Impossible scary, having lost the tactile memory of awareness
Not involved in the action of this kind, in its present, conformal
Behavior removes reality from implementations, you will understand only when
will come
Insight of both polarities, through the veil of the sacraments and reflexion
orthodoxy, the manners have seen on the screens, die sadness, yes
Live joy, let them dream of those high pines
A single parasite struck in the box, between two hemispheres, in
All-metal shell, why autumn is idle, because I do not
accepted her dualism, paradoxically faded, all straight paths dropping,
divided into fractions various interpretations, why I can't stay,
why i can't stay
