Gale in your face
Tim Walker
Got my jellyfish.
If it rains, I feel like at the seaside
It's raining.
But I still can not imagine the skyline.
I feel a little fish out of water released by large wave that does not feel his strength.
Whoever would have taken a deep breath before ending up like an idiot on the edge of the shore to get excited choking, and will probably soon realize that just open your mouth for breath in a great sob of relief.
The deluge, it excites me. We wondered
tonight when do we cease to exist by the wave of love. Taste for the slap that grows by instinct to seek equilibrium at the best angle to get back on its feet.
Vomir block
Laugh very hard very good heart to enjoy it,
Squirting or writhe in pain,
imagine that death affects us closely, the real lack
Experiment and screaming. Squirting
as often as possible.
Resorting to subterfuge, do believe in disguise the bird-cat jumps deftly from branch to branch and those who attend, not out of fear or anxiety, but by love and spontaneity, ahead of caprice.
Stop doing whims.
Fish caught its breath with jellyfish feet,
admits he would trade willingly, cold gale
cons heat wave.
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