Dont you worry folks you took away all of his teeth. Its an exotericism. Im a high whore of fragile ghosts of let me be relieved. The heroes of conduct worked, they distrust. They watch steps and anchor their memory of harm and heat the moments I let out volcano tears. Wise its the one who wears the ring, the fixed decided key to the whispery house’s witch. It pleases, know to live in lands of farewell address. Plays in discrecy. Its interesting writing: this is wronging reality. Mind who lives in a turn of faded whys. I did it: I poisoned deafs and seeds. For me lucid passionate romances. Hollow flowers. I have the bitterness, it lives in me. I cant change my glossy face. Still a foyel, a window, a vase, a sleeping pill. A place were it’s good to hit and shit. Usually this is it. So many ways incomplete, just to have the reassurance of trusting wannabes. Im what I did: thats the God, his heart’s beat - Me! My read. I changed channel, watched friends. Outdoor new year. Bathes with bitches and sociologists. Petals in the surface. Im a snake, a white or green, doing cocaine-dick. You read it, now you to blame - boring weirdo.