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Shoes routes

Fantastic mood changes. The sky pesto throws down dirty water, the one where you have rinsed the rag.

The room has a gray patina lisciovelluto, dust as the objects, floor, lamp, light yellow on table full of cards any, s'adegua, grays she a bit ', the handset is plagued by economic virus, shelves, comics 80 years, few books, consumed or unopened, recent cd, vinyl and some survived the removal of race and mood swings. Two bricks
barely keep a wooden brushed evil, black on one side, red on the other. Above, confetti. A guitar on the bed, broken shoes in the corner. Word 97-2003 Document, into an icon.
The small page of the day. A full screen now. Fished out by the hair, straight from the bowels of the 'memory'. Over. Local Disk 'c'. Right. Properties. Compress drive to save disk space. Defragmenting and removing temporary files. Remove. Remove Removes re ... The machine breaks down the slow pace of my writing and breaks every intention. Metallic sounds through headphones. Without music merges the notes thoughts, your hands get wet, dirty room, but so ... Nobody knows, nobody hears. No one sees me. Near the crack.

Wife Over the wall looks at a Brazilian soap opera without speaking to half volume and tone of the girl's new Hello Kitty purse.
the open window. It rains a lot and badly. Dirty air and wind. Disorders cards, and dust.
not say anything. Sometimes you do not say, no talks. There is no need to live forever!

do not need.

not enter.
hormones play tricks.
After exiting. After coming. Later.

After .

Esco.
Shoes routes. The feet get wet.