E 'bitter taste of gray,
the taste buds send impulses to the noxious fluid.
float neurons drowned, a few survivors struggling to swim to reach the iceberg on intact and cling to, to catch his breath.
There are no buoys, no, not enough for everyone.
only a few.
I'm not certain.
Surviving is not enough sometimes. Contract
the diaphragm and shoots many vortices of greyness in the lungs.
inner landscape devastated by nuclear explosions, remember Hiroshima
hours 8:16 ... Little boy.
for an hour to remember, there are other millions to forget.
"The soul always keeps track of the worst."
SBAGLIOSEMPRECANDEGGIOSBAGLIOSEMPRECANDEGGIOSBAGLIOSEMPRECANDEGGIO.
Nieto story this week.
's all a fucking question .....
" Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
That Makes Any difference
What I say "
di mira.
"The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away " K.D.C.
PLAY PLEASE
Già, già, già.
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