WHEN YOU FELL LONELY, FOLLOW THE NOISE OF THE STORM THAT´S CALLING FOR YOU, KEEP ALL THE WORDS THAT YOU FIND ON YOUR PATH WITH YOU AND WHEN THERE, LET THE WORDS FLOW FROM YOUR MIND TO THE STORM. IT WILL GUIDE YOUR LONELYNESS AWAY.
WHITNEY, DON´T WAIT TO TOUCH THE SENSE OF THE WAR, FIND THE PERFECT BURGER. FIND A SWANNNNNNG BURGER.
WHITNEY, IS THIS A TERRIBLE IDEA?
- THE WORLD KNOWS AND YOU KNOW, THAT I´M A SWANG IN FASHION, A SWANNNNNNG BURGER IN THE RUINS TASTE / OF YOUR MOUTH.
YOU CAN FIGHT FOR ME.
ROMANCE, ME AND YOU,!?
READING THE WORDS OF THIS BOOK AND THE WORDS OF THAT ONE THAT IT´S ON THE KITCHEN, IN SOME HOW, IT SOUND TO ME ROMANTIC ON MY HEARS.
ROMANCE, IF WE DON´T PLAY IT IN OUR LIFE, WHAT ELSE SHOULD WE DO?
NO, THERE´S NO WHITNEY, SOME THINGS DIE ALONE.
05-11-2011
THERE SHE´S.
- WHO´S THERE?
THE TASTE OF WAR WITHOUT PANTS.
COULD YOU PLEASE...
- ... THE WASH MACHINE IT´S BROKEN.
YEAH, SOMETIMES IT´S HOW IT IS. WE FEEL LIKE CRAP WHEN WE LOOK TO THE MIRROR, BUT IF WE CAN TURN IT, WE MAY FIND OURSELFS RECYCLING THE CRAPS AND DOING GOOD THINGS FOR THE ENVIREMENT.
WE MAY FIND OURSELFS ENJOYING THE NOISY WORDS OF THE WASH MACHINE AND LAUGHING WITH OUR OWNS
11-11-2011
I THINK, THAT, THERE WAS NO REASON TO END THE LAST EPISODE, THE 7th, IN THAT WAY.
STOP IT, I LIKE IT. KEEP RECORDING, I´M STEALING THE PAPERS OF LOVE FROM YOU.
No comments:
Post a Comment