... just confirm the drops, which are purified by the strands of a swirling head their way relentlessly and mercilessly and fall. Fall on the foamy surface and tear deep holes in the airy, empty protection.
Where breaking through the burning stars of the collection of the obscuring veil of lies, the purified mind knows now betrayed by the abracadabra of a known witch, convulsed by the tormenting sense of self-loathing, made incurable by the mirage of its myths, the security of the mask.
draw at the end of the cork from the vessel and hatred feel like it shrinks around you, as it is empty and returns the coldness with which you strive to protect them from the world that you can not understand. And yet it is from time to time and tears your heart easily moved out of your refrigerator and met her childish game of death ... then feel the joy as it wants the excitement and things get more difficult in body and mind ... you know a fisherman to a sea began.
One end is sure! But always end the never ending return of the filth.
MA
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