Thursday, August 5, 2010

I Get A Pain In My Chest When I Eat Or Drink

chronic monocular

sometimes birds with powerful wings, the birds of the air Mr, predators of some kind, hunting or fishing rodents ballistic magically are parked in a column of air warm up, and there are as satellites of meat, bones and feathers, looking at the world below, noting those rainbow magnetic as rivers cross the invisible world.

well as these great birds in the sky miraculously stopped, it was time for us. something mysterious and far, who would feel if we lived long enough and laughed abundantly.


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