To write against, the night is cold! Their flood you can never escape! And your ideas are like a curse! Do you feel the cosmic force ass? What do you feel with the senses? You have no spell for you! Do not feel anything! Yes, this is not art, if you're so stupid as your enemies. Feel the advantage of simplicity! Which you have the blue haze? You are your victims diatom and the community and also this nasty ambiguity. You have not really given away, you were always the one on the track, what makes you, you moron, why do you live this life strange? You think, for its own nature! Here you're just a moon calf ... scream loudly in the poor swamps: I'm here alone, because no one can help me? Make your peace with the mess! You just no pungent socks, you're not big, but a little and you get yourself in the way!
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