One, Two, Zack, as you have blood in your mouth. And your language is losing its flavor. Behind the hill thunder of the sea. I taste the salt. Our lips curl slowly. The little scar on your upper lip is from your father, even though you can not remember. To hell yes! But what a view! The time has long since changed. The mouth is full of blood, but dance the teeth again. As before, on a warm day. I know it yet. And I also know that we would not have come here.
When they asked me back then, I stayed to answer. Even now I do not know. As in an accordion - one by one. Since you kuckst simply by clicking your own back out there. No one else makes this a long fucking week. Thousands. I was in a park, on a bank, and you called. The two old people have giggled, got up and walked slowly. Everything is smooth, clean and cold here. It seems nothing more to give to the world. ID. Name, address and residence. Pressure of a traveler. As you stood on suspicion come back when you had the suspicion brought secretly into the sail bag and'd already been caught. Greasy.
A knock. If you go now, you do not need to come back. No, I'm determined not return. Thank you. Yes, everything themselves up. No intention - Thank you. I leave the building through a glass door. cake. You breathe hard. Then pumps it hot from within yourself through the inflated nostrils and the horror you're an animal with eyes, it looks through the very first time, because the animal recognizes for the first time that it is the last time: This is the iron in your father. Long silence, and he stands there. How can you be wrong Sun Here I have seen it through your own bloody teeth.
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