Today is warm, the air is thick with cancer, I pull the injured knee.
Now I gotta go get me a new, let the swelling movement and gather my inconsistency as the stick cotton candy. I have to walk a lot to distract me, because in the midst of the machines, people, I can not cry. I will encircle the things you do not want to change.
I try to find the will to hangers in the shop behind the house. I need my nakedness take a taste and whim, because I'm sick of hygienic practices. Withered on the stem of the day columns. So the enemy of myself, so tired of having to attend. Yet it is still not detach
time. I have to be. Among the printed fabrics
something I'll try the mask, rub it on his arms like a cat, it makes a noise while walking.
Because I'm tired of being alone. But I feel a little alone.
a salesperson will try to look me in the neck, to be achieved by raising these eyes weary, sleepy and swollen like cheeks to blow the whistle. I need a thrill, a fat hint inelegant, a desire in male erection on which to hang the series of events. In
me I should try but I only feel the cool damp shade and running too long and wide and established, something that not even remember.
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