What do was that
i talk?
Because this for
me is better silent?
Don't as on our
dream isn't commum do see this as a talk kafkaniana, but not is about dream.
Now they're
several kind of metamorphose in world. Son to more a world of war. At such life
which the old us is out ofter air. The father believe its change here and now,
needing ask lot of the art to truth that a live not say.
So death really
is the our live read.
Who he the let
fell sent with angel?
Thats most
between week life and also is fill as mind and were walking lot when stoped
really thinking: its for me all this? Where and why has that be here? My mind
is toll of with stop diverse on enjoy... Life the books in any body in life or
in death.
March: fill in
same word next week.
