As previously announced, have done so much with so just that your image has completely overshadowed the rest of the effort, supported by three other which together seem masters of ' performance, but this time slip on a secondary plane. I was hardly ever allow me to sleep, getting ready to (re) dream certain circumstances and then go so close. Assuming you have lost count of the times this week and not realizing, or just do not confuse the desire squeezed through with a curious power of which I may be gifted, the relationship is revealed once again the same. As I admired a few hours before you appeared in my dream: beautiful , real , mistress and communicative , just more interested in a subject less, off and hanging by a thread as me fully informed of your equipment and weaponry different faces of scissors to my destruction, which amounts to the awakening pleasant, but awkward for full-fledged release, this morning. The seizure and semiconscious see you with my hands around his mouth has generated so much concern to me because it was the relief from the lit end, when the expression of gentle loving angelic indelible and always came back better than ever. There is no more appropriate term to describe that last night as a confirmation of your appearance and futuristic impressions of my love. In the phantasmagoric creation still vivid in memory and sedentary, between strokes (to replace those exchanged and expended almost everywhere) and picked up English-speaking (because translated?), The difference between us showed the same, with you that you were telling me to be a rockstar unwilling to take care of such a naive and wanting me as funny, a servant of a self-destructive satisfaction with Moina and always ready to go. All that is predictable and already written somewhere, without any regret for not consolidating a fairytale, but rather with the warmth still wearing a very close relationship (warning both good vibes from our contact). And 'I intend, therefore, do not mix this unforgettable experience with similar conditions imposed in previous cases and avoiding the politeness you concedutomi, because the quality of certain words would be superfluous this time, because I see our actions and to imagine now that your so far away from my self and the world almost, to write about makes me seem more dazed than usual. What remains constant is that reality or appearance, but it is your last smile , unchanged and unchanging formula on which my desire, so beautiful that even if impractical, even prohibitive, however, remains indispensable.
Music by: The Dead Weather
Photo by: Ren Rox
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