Right now I recognize my voice does not make me any effect.
I learned watching upwind to hear it, deep convective, just for me.
its leaves behind, not paragliding hearing.
The saddle is a sounding thick, certainly powerful, choked and pushed,
and crushed between the legs so strong and savage,
sweaty and cold,
I cut the lashes.
still forget the ending of my name and I do not have
even more efforts to do so, I did not grab
,
I think maybe even a lunge, I
many kicks, and many well assestanti
shoulders with little space.
A Great and standards
head hair without fixed points. A
carry huge and full of garbage,
ready and trembling under review by the light.
not want to be convinced,
in having only regional identity.
(what I perceive is still flat intersection, never smooth)
And how can I hear everything?
I have to stop? Slow
damages your health
of bacteria and viruses together in battle. Against
cleaning
lively supporters to scrape up.
(wolves from behind the doors do not go, the better
walk and sharpen your ears)
But you might as well try.
go down by bike to rise and sink in the state.
vain surprised by the larvae which do not recognize me.
Scie liquid, iridescent softness opal confetti of old things,
heavy and dangerous.
I do not take the right speed.
here's why. Work out with an ad,
exchange proposals,
with wheels and metal, and then proceed
alone.
One leg at a time,
always cold and hurried.
also made of this material is my flesh.
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