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Breaking in: the truth is like a deck of cards or malleable effects, very important for the law, silence, the natural light of the Sun, the Moon without additions like the air we breathe. The goods are beautiful, not beautiful, when you get older, move yourself, do not always think that you already do. Time has passed, look for the road has already been marked, you go on. Time forms networks of universes and purposes for us, art should be marked at an angle neither too high nor too low so it is useful. In reality they also bring problems: "love is Saturday Italy is a mistake, a clear sense of failure", a possession of evil but, just as many years ago everything is, in place, the road is straight, on the sides of the trees to cross.

What happens interests me, I think it’s nice to treat oneself to a pack of cigarettes, to spend the evening smoking almost all of them. Free yourself! you don’t run away from this place, good is your decision, life is your decision. It was a great mistake not to be satisfied, like being shot at badly, that is, without hope, always better to make contact later, what we came to do if not to do all the good. Come on, play, hurry up, don’t run away, good is much stronger, even if for many people it doesn’t exist or probably there are only those demons, they rule the underwater world, it’s the covered faces.

Is evil in you? Are you distracted? We would have remnants of the animal man on us but, it is true that we only took the part of love granted or demanded leaving the luxury. We have given to the devil, not to the devil to become part of society then, the devil should be an evil and we prefer to live outside, in fact it is said that those who have entered have found the light, in fact they are ruined, cheated, you must not raise or lower your head, leave it straight and move it in horizontal directions to find your law. Minimize you don’t have to do it, damn you who made the clichés, everything is already here as if suddenly you had already overcome it, neglected it or stolen it from you, these days you live in the world of what should not have happened and, of evil not denounced. You must be deeply rich, practice an art. Thank you, yes, thanks to you, there is so much material beyond death in life, we are in an unsolicited prison, united in fate then in the end it is only certainty that one day we will go beyond, by the way, for the State we are all just goods, transparent, clear is immaculate, it is still if you do not recognize an evil we normally do nothing. Here we spend the serene existence, that is just imagination, then it turns into reality, ninety per cent of what we see, after all it is mathematics or the opposite, nicotine can also be a friend is the various solitude, then we will be upset by ideas, there are many people who do not think at all, it’s not even their fault, on the net almost all of us are pushed out, you do not feel an acute evil. Donkeys and sheep calling each other or, faithful of evil, do not even know what they said. If an evil happens you don’t know what’s going on! how fleeting time is, how badly the genius of life, the present, is exploited. Be attentive to art, to art as to the uselessness of the State, a record of possible things, how real is the rest hidden, in memory of a world that no longer exists or still flaunts itself. Fears, terror, how many evils must still be defeated, ignorance perhaps a State. Coming out of a cycle repeated healthy is a reality that forbidden to think it, at the end of time will be individualized, the question is obvious, the solution is certain. The world has stopped then the year two thousand has restarted, not only I an evil prevents an art, a harmony as much as it can, however we are on the net the game is done, we are booked I hope you’re okay with it, always. Down with the evils installed in the light of the Sun and mixed fruits in addition, you need to know how to choose the people to attend, the experience depends entirely on the habits ... let’s see who are the responsibilities, do not think badly, nobody died.

The past shines like the Sun of the present. Bye, G.