You know what happens? You know that is not exactly how?
That's not how you have explained, nor how, in a rambling, would you now explain to us? That are not well-oiled mechanisms to manage all the chores? You know that there is trouble, as the wounds and blood?
You know that happens sometimes that things are not written in the smiles of plastic? In next year's budget on the ... feelings about income and expenses?
know that the tiles of a bathroom are nice places to make love to eye contact?
And a nice bartender, a waiter lover, a worker in a bike ... well worth more of your fucking plans for a civilization neat and functional.
know that semen, moods wet, sweat and chocolate pancakes are much better than your dithering on the threshold of a church or desktop?
know that while we vomit on your lies, we humans still ask for information in a foggy city and sweet? And we find people who respond and give you directions, perhaps confused, but nice? You know that there are alcoves where the anointed one of your soft sparkling rationality does not come, and they are laughs sinning? And do not laugh at you, but of joy? You stay out of the door to munch the liver!
know that people can not rent forever?
know that nothing is your division of caste, and gender roles?
know that you die or you are stupid enough to think about eternal?
You know you live or you believe God to be so pedantic?
know that he or she, children, friends do not have mirrors to make you less ugly?
know that there are people around who are angry and do not per vocazione ma per stanchezza?
Sapete cosa è un millesimo di secondo di verità? No...non lo sapete!
Ma so che siete voi a non esistere non noi!
E che non sarete mai questo:
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