My primogeniture may not be whole Down to Cape, it could be South p… Same chill of kin, different pengu… My ignorance is wider than The distance

Hoje ontem, na próxima semana Sim, absolutamente, se dana, Se deita na cama do gato sem o dev… People are strange Any door has know that for long

Ambidexterity should pass an idea Of amelioration of the genome. Or some real plausibility out of u… Forgetting brain duality as it sho… Corpus “callosotomy analyzability”…

I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,

Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me

To all those pretty houses Those mighty loudspeakers, Electrostatic, hybrids, B&W, JB… I miss you guys, oh mys... Although you, Sonus Faber, are th…

Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,

A Pica do Poema do caralho: não sei que caralho valho! Redundâcia é tripla, Que caralho é esse malho Com que foderei teus cornos, esmag…

« Je me trompe peut-être, mais le ça, le moi, le surmoi, le moi idéal, l’idéal du moi, le processus secondaire et le processus primaire du refoulement, etc. – en un mot les grandes mach...

Regret comes in many shapes and fl… Whispers and shouts, mute, empty l… Obligation denied, aesthetics refu… I lament and cry over letters not… Apologies and amends send by death…

The Northwest wind coming from Pa… Turned the wings flight unstable So the eagle missed the little goa… That nanosecond that keeps all uns… The world a chaos inside a red fal…

The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…

Since when do you know who am I?, Roared the old man with worked, br… And you never will, you little mot… As a tree has its rings, the moment of your discrete appear…

2017-08-17 Under the neon light a hors d’oeuv… Two lamps ahead the gorgeous femal… Brings up the predator to my shado… Willing to pick them both in a bow…

All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.