something that embarrassing maznąć, skrobnąć pen on handmade paper. New Year does not look like we have been for several hours, two singles, a two and a Zero. Swedish drink mixed with a spicy drink French wine, one to one ratio. I got it a few slices of lemons, oranges ate children at Christmas, a dozen carnation flowers and two tablespoons of honey, to improve the sweetness. All together in the heating of the pot. I drink because medicines or the lungs, or the throat, and even less for a cough and fever do not help. Tuberculosis prychający me and so beautiful and yet the tip of the old śliczniejszy start the new year. That's what, something that embarrassing maznąć, skrobnąć ink on parchment ...
I got up. Slippers gliding after the cold floor as I drove cross-country skier to the bathroom. Electric shaver is a respectable unit. Vibrates, massages and hair cuts on his chin. Sometimes on the cheeks, like something will grow, and ears, as zakrzaczy black rigid blades of old age. I noticed a nasty shaving neglect. Arm raised appeared in the reflection mirror walker toward the chest taiga, forest Slavic Amazon jungle. Pfu! I embarrassed! I grabbed a second clipper, able to fight the dense forest, and pressed the blue button, waiting until the heavy blade will start its work. Silence, or stirred. Batteries lose power and the engine of any desire to move. It's hard, pushing the subject of a wicker basket with clothes to the laundry, I raised my other hand and began to cut shaver as a sheep to the hall mountaineer. Wonderfully, skonstatowałem effect, almost like the Apollo with a spear standing on a stone pedestal. Just like that, something that embarrassing maznąć, tap your fingers on the keyboard with black letters on a white screen pop-ups ...
church world as cold as on the street. The difference only in the faces of those in the street like a breakthrough tired day and night, those on the walls in a quiet rapture, regardless of the time between days passed from the future. I sat on a wooden bench, behind a stone column, much to the side, at the end of wyślizganej coats boards. I closed my eyes. I slowed the rhythm of heartbeats, thoughts, gathered around single theme. Who am I? Where to end my way? What soon I would be able to see what you will experience? I felt the cold drops of tears on her cheeks, peace in all my earthly being and confidence of one ... with themselves and with their universe ... consist of letters into words, they form sentences ...
you buy me something to eat? Sell. Hot tea? Mr manager, we collect it here on an important goal, we want to bring the Wawel Dragon Mermaid to the company, do you understand? The wall of the tower, dressed in red coats and hats with a bobble, Santas. Sell \u200b\u200bglowing colors of the rainbow Chinese swords, plastic rice. Groups of tourists shooting flashes of cold light, digital collecting souvenirs of events. I go step by step, after melting, muddy snow. The wind tugs at my hair, pressed into the icy touch of the sweater. I feel like I fall into the emptiness ... sense of humor is an essential factor for success, the words in sentences ...
day started in the bathroom and ended up here too. Pain at the site where the arms come out from the body, pain in the morning exactly where sheep shearing mountaineer, a worker person cut out the Amazon forest. I raise my hands over my head. Bloody burnt red leather, pulsating, swollen stupidity morning ritual. Any thing the subject is your destiny ... each of us has a talent, a gift to be in harmony with him to fulfill his destiny ... sentences in the text, which fertilize the mind ...
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