Friday, September 18, 2009

Css Launch Options -freq 150

People Always Look Better in the Sun

Szurałem around town aimlessly, looking for chicks and muttering hymns of my youth, flowing from the membranes. OK sounds good, but really I was another type of rozbudzającym transcendent material in the hope of sleep the sleep of all other thoughts. I woke up when I stumbled into a barge, on the street, whose name has never itself do not recall. Squeezing his hand, looked him through and through. All of the words pass through his lips later confirmed my suspicion. Life is a bad writer, so when he scratched his head, sprinkled with just dandruff. He did not say anything profound or surprising. There is nothing true from what I promised myself sitting in the back row. The school, which taught us anything, just not how to live. I still remember - barely true - as we talked about old age. Man! For us, never was associated with age. Iggy Pop will never be old! Both believed that old age is just a state of mind begins when you give up on dreams, to justify the lack of time and tell your children that "there are more important things." You're blocking the responsibility, but when you look into their eyes and see yourself a few years ago, you feel the pang of longing, so effectively strangled by the year that he believed in his own lie. Powtarzałeś them so many times. I do not know why this meeting was so painful. So, I'll be the same as everyone else? And perhaps because he seemed happy?
Maybe.
I know one thing: he lied, but the worst of it was that I believed him.
As this piece balls kidsów.

SoKo - People Always Look Better in the Sun

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Tingling Breast For 2 Weeks

entire youth. RIP

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wooden Fences Horizontal Slates

Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash

I reach into his pocket when they are empty. The eternal dance of the people here probably never find no sense ...
In three years I see myself in tweedzie with leather patches on the elbows, pedalsko imposed scarf and wayfarerach. Even though no longer rebel. Parallel dying, from the opposition, the struggle through to acceptance. Left behind so many hopes, desires and ideas. The music is just background, and people are just levels of life. Sometimes it comes back to me the idea of \u200b\u200breleasing it all over again. Discreet charm in hopes of discovering backmaskingu hints and clues hidden in the paths. But you know ... Only time and more nieśmielej with the rest. I hope
"flowers of evil." Read: I was drinking again.
I hope all traces of lipstick on the cigarettes, scuffed sneakers and knee, talks ideals. I spoke today by phone with a friend and the phone cord wrapped nervously around the finger. My Friends walk facing the sun. None of them has lost meaning. They focused ... I do not.

The Replacements - [Advantureland # 13] Unsatisfied