fist with the words that I can not find the right way, unreal as mocking the game where we ended. The further proof that reality is hidden with eyes who can not watch.
And I get mad, and I feel pain and I have no idea what to do to become great and resolve.
comes the day when he will throw us out of the nest, where the solution is no longer composed of eight letters.
pins under the skin, blood and so on up to the brain that is dying, she can not explain.
And then life is just a big key, a big key to open locks, large and small.
Without the key you are out, out of a truth that can not be achieved.
life, the truth is like one of my prof says "a partisan," there is no truth, the news we have just what 'we decide to become news.
We decide the news values, we decide what becomes news, we believe, our experiences, our bonds of affection prejudice the trial.
