Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Can You Use A Magic Eraser On A Stovetop

you raving



sound slightly Whisper air spring brings unexpected.


had no desire but a necessity.

My desire is always killed them with pleasure in tastes and whims met, but I was overwhelmed by the need. And that was my weakness.


It's like the end repent and accept that what became the most hated coƱazo as most love. In the taste, color and shape that most crave. I fall

surrendered.


Now my teeth are bleeding, my gums are healed, your tongue is definitely miraculous, but has come to my mouth, leaving taste purposely fucking love that I can not remove anything.


Three bottles of listerine toothpaste and more expensive, even the most potent oral deodorant, extra mint acid and nothing happens. I even tear it happens.


On top of playing in the background is the romantic ditty with guitar and vocals dotted with trailers voices one after another, up and down, which ipso facto left me with a mind full of crap, face and eyes illuminated by a light that no one knows where it comes.


Days serve only to hear the same music that inspires me to think the same things that have always inspired me and sigh for you. Babbling words that even I understand. Raving, levitating, floating, flying. Trina


bird on the dry branch.


Sometimes when you go through your nose a string of low-quality cocaine, have not you noticed that the holes you leave them burning and yellow drops of blood, then your ears start ringing your keystrokes heart and brain clouded you the same speed as your vision? I feel the same but free. Is the same but without the consequences of defiance. From this will not save or force of will.


Just around the corner there is no rehabilitation center to recover. That drug is always there to torture you.


Like when you stop on a blast of hot air. Moisture opens your pores and your skin impurities but leave millions of trillions of germs enter. Like you took advantage and colaste you still can not remember what was suspended or how high I was.


Now the whistle sounds sad, trapped from a locked cage.


sleep yet, just digress.