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

Oh you, who are more And you say that I talk too much, I am amoral and I speak of solitu… From the result, Nacl +, life the… Base of nothing and everything els…

Tea is warmness made by folks to p… But no leafs stand in my hot water Only the transparency of invisible… Stares back at me receiving no rep… No tea has been kept in the worn k…

It’s about a life no one had never… About perspective a lot, forget a… Subject to extended statistical an… A potent tool, crystalline in inte… Power to deal with some demented

I hate your hate, it is neither fa… By its your compassion that makes… False as true a black widow’s bite False as the frog’s tongue deceivi… I hate you am I’m gonna splask yo…

When the Hersprung Russell diagra… Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial cor… So I seek type B0 Stars Blue giants like Rigel

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…

Somethings perceived you when you… Fact only reverberating in you so… To see the young girls of Maria M… Why don’t know from who are writin… But that Xangô says it is an impo…

Who am I? No sono nessuno. Although I were teached to write Instigated to enhance my might Told it was a lost cause not to fi…

« 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...

Hollywood is it a place of collect… I say it is our time machine, And without it we would fall in a… Civilization stumbling before the… And we all will perish, by storm o…

We aspire, leave, walk, and run, And yet, some feel like drowning. Return an assumed impossibility . Road runs asunder under our feet, The devil’s beneath in synchronici…

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…

I had decided not to live with her, although I loved the girl Such nostalgia, alcoholism, even if the chest tightens past 17 years We danced until the temperana afternoon became wet daw...

An orchid leaves its scent, characters will not bend, Roads always diverge, around a tree love struggles, Another scene made of clay, hot, colder, next day. Seated at on old stairway en...