Thursday, February 24, 2011

Pochahontas Backpacks

I'm in love with you.

I want, desire, requires

Take the train, waiting at the station Catia Eye infidels, eyes looking everywhere. I want to try and find it, I finally see, I want to run and hug hard. But strong. I tell her I love her and photograph her when she laughs.

Drink tea and plunge into the madness of Fanny. Keep modesty and whisper words of sincere and pure, blow on blow out the light as Fanny's hair. Fanny, I want to see you looking down and smiling when you intimidate me by what I love you, because there are so many things that we share. Enclose

Violet in my room and swallow the key. I think even more, I swallowed itself whole. My Violet is a source of poetry and tenderness, kindness and gentleness disproportionate. My Violet, she smells all my senses. Learning to Chat

that beauty is only simplicity to open his eyes no longer on the afterlife, but now on what he has at hand.
"Jeremiah, you saw the sun today?" You saw how beautiful it is? "
"This flower is perfect. Look at the. It is absolutely perfect."
I want, yes I want. And I'll take him in the morning drinking a hot chocolate in the nearest airport. Observe the world through all the excitement and atmosphere Air and relaxing. Drink milk and watch the planes take off.

Go away. With the Fox. I know now. I know everything. I know his troubles, I know the mystery I know the secret, I know his soul. And I have no fear. Because it protects and because it reassures. Because the simplicity of his mind to open up all things is what will have been beneficial. Like Flo. I've always loved. I've always loved, I always expected.
Nothing implied, he is the wanderer, the adventure gives Sagittarius Bow.

with American Beauty.

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