are hours and hours watching a burner, a burner is turned on and off, on and off ... Desolate smoke accumulates on the ceiling of the room, burned papers spread by air currents are only ashes have written one day how much I loved you. I am a romantic dead, an idiot who is believed to artist and fan is not even. The TV Remote is stranded, the TV talking of indifferent things, tells me that football erases everything that a tsunami is not interest and lies increasingly govern us, banal things have become so important.
Hey! I'm a happy boy, I'm an autistic person who denies the disorder, I can not speak for me, I can not stop smiling but I will not because you tell me. Dear, we reached the end, they are shit that nobody reads, thoughts are flying idiots like fish, which in my mind there is no gravity, social differences have been abolished and the lack of happiness is arranged with soma. It's a bad drug supplies, it is life powder, compacted and flavored clouds, give me my last bill and let me enjoy until you run out the effects ...
A text incense and psychedelic madness that gives the bitterness I love kissing.
We no longer fit or hard drugs.
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