betas of the laboratory. Of all the stems of aquatic plants bicarbonate drowned in spit oxygen around us.
And my bookshelf is a nice guy. Cojo. And I want to rob a bank to buy all books by Galeano. And Kierkegaard. And Paul Auster. And Bolaño. And Stephen Jay Gould. And Naomi Klein. And the only one with of Amelie Nothomb. And I recommended that the Egyptian model. And that giant box of sex play that brings massage creams gift. Because it is simply a nice guy.
And the man in the station that did not stop talking he would give a copia Neill's books I saw in the suitcase. And a novel I could not forget in your life. Whatsoever.
And it was pretty cold on the street. A cold, blowing through the clothes. Caress you with their skin all fifty hands. And the smallest step forward made you extremecerte between his fingers.
Fuck sleeping pills. I do wish to be awake.
