Tuesday, September 14, 2010

let's think of a new faith. such a faith calls to the constellations when it's daylight and the sky owns not they at such instances. how's the faithful?

be stickier.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

we know no fault at all. the ziergs had attacked. hide. we know no judgment error. be close. we know nothing not beyond perfection. we hate persons eating our lunch without calling to God. we kill. we kill persons. then we wake up much more perfectly okay.

---slovakia's and latvia's and lithuanina's and romania's little petals falling up the sky at hidden instances of the day when you feel so sleepy and would like to see a constellation hanging. cute.
we know no fault.

---Russia, a girl with a very special name.
i tend to be apathetic about people who fall about she.


---talong

because i would like to be with she more than at all times.
life is as easy as getting to know songs you can't even listen to.
i hope to be up to a 10+ decades old.
then i can kiss a toad. life's okay.

do you know the way about the path closest to sleep? i know more than truth about it.

---papaya

you get to be so sleepy when it hits those instances you'd like to see a constellation close. i think it's genetic. one's had just like one's own mommy.


---God's little toys.

in Romania, feeling not a pain about any loss at all.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

hello folks.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

people and things and sights

i think of things and occasions which supposedly is best to be non-fiction. like eating lunch. yah. i hate the thought of losing you. yet you left. so which of these things is a lot to the thinking? none at all. i get nothing watching the blue skies when it's not with you. like xxx videos in the closet. i know i'll get to you although i get sad. life as it is is life 19.0 and things within such topic about. how's today?

to lolita:

life is good. go.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

oh, why

today is so good. like a song. it's so known and odd and good. pass the soda and get a bite about this pizza.

today. i get to be in sleepland again late. i knew. then those who took it out of the thinking get to be so lucky and i end up in a lost planet to be sold as cold soda next day.