After Shower Oil Recipe

unnominating @ 2008-11-03T23: 38:00

there a place in the center of our labyrinth, where they await beats and words that once were ours, nobody wanted to win or lose, is to close your eyes for a moment and wish the world does not work the way it works, and wanting so hard up that something inside is broken and we become lips devour each other. And to wear me to say it does not even seem to understand, stripped one or two words that were caught in the wind, but that eventually die because nothing survives the cold of an abandoned chimney. Nothing happened, it's just an intuition of the presence of a body across the line, the memory of the future, and perhaps the letterhead of a closed door indicating the direction of some awkward exit, everyone takes their dimensióny not even need to say goodbye, it's just a dream content in the blink of an eye of a false sense sick time, others or simply painful.