The Summer's no longer what it was. This delivery is one-hundredth of the stove, and probably the last. I have no desire for more: I have broken the schemes, dreams and everything that gave meaning to the maintenance of the blog. Sorry to get
idiot.
I call the muses but they do not respond, they have forgotten me, and not the first time. One would have to get used to, but not customary. You're growing tired of the paper which he has had to interpret and contempt of those who one day you gave it everything and now does not give you or good night. Nobody can deny that I have taken flowers to the Muses, which I have sung and poems written they, with their touch, provide the latest rhymes to my poems and give them meaning. Now they have no meaning or rhyme or verse. I was a pimp muses: Now I'm nobody.
too many times I counted the spots on the ceiling without there being any impertinent wide web looking from above, rooted in a corner. Those who wish may meet at the Tupinamba drinking beer and not feel like laughing jokes.
Thank you all for your attention. I leave you with the largest.
idiot.
I call the muses but they do not respond, they have forgotten me, and not the first time. One would have to get used to, but not customary. You're growing tired of the paper which he has had to interpret and contempt of those who one day you gave it everything and now does not give you or good night. Nobody can deny that I have taken flowers to the Muses, which I have sung and poems written they, with their touch, provide the latest rhymes to my poems and give them meaning. Now they have no meaning or rhyme or verse. I was a pimp muses: Now I'm nobody.
too many times I counted the spots on the ceiling without there being any impertinent wide web looking from above, rooted in a corner. Those who wish may meet at the Tupinamba drinking beer and not feel like laughing jokes.
Thank you all for your attention. I leave you with the largest.
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