Debauchery for animals
Bad manners rewarded
Tag me harder
Adamant slavery
On a nonsense architecture
Sensitive stimulation
Combos for all nature
Spoken poetry
We can't live without water
and memory
and memory
You can't trust your emotions
You must trust symbolic logic
All men are mortal
Socrates is a man
Therefore, Socrates is gay
Logic is not a rapper
Longboard
Reality controls your destiny
A Catholic container
Where thoughts are real
Muscle atrophy
Where feelings are unrated
The accident was her
Where everything was wet
A house to let you think
Where there is
nothing to regret
nothing to regret
Buenos Aires 6:30 am
We don't let ourselves
To fail
We only live our spare time
The real time is an accident
All the remaining is a myth
Myths don't exist
Most of the real time
I would like to spend it
With me
I want all the answers
Only to my questions
The world is not working
That wasn't my toothbrush
but I used it anyway
I want someone to take me
to New York
Because I miss her so much
Like Andy
I never read
I just look at the pictures
I cant stop making bad decisions
If I keep on behaving
like Americans
The world is not working
and that is fine for me
Good Stone
Man is nothing
World is everything
Everybody wants to be accepted
In some way
I am always waiting for an accident
The limit of our perceptions
Is our personal true
The true truth
Can only be experienced
Never fully known
Don’t believe in new arrivals
They are old season recycled
Sale
Summertime
You are mine
I am a master
Of torturing myself
We construct and forget
What we construct
We are water
I will be back
As a new problem
Everything looks better with sun
Never-mind
Nobody rides for free.
You can’t remember a nobody’s name.
Failures are unforgettable.
Everything is amazing.
And nobody is happy.
If you want something to happen.
Do it yourself.
Twothousandsandten
I love China
The true will be a book
There is something going on
Fifty percent of life is mockery
In that picture
Always something is about to happen
Tomorrow I will lie again
Erase death scenes from your life
summer tune
Live 200 years
See life through slowmotion
I dont have physical friends
A pink vinyl
Days are numbers
As hours and minutes
Everything is counted
To see everyone I know dead
altre punt de vista
I go back to that day
I am always the last to know
Nobody drinks water more than 6 seconds
I left my alarm three more
You could drown yourself
So I can be late
American Tap
Stay in bed all day
Eat directly from the box
Autumnal equinox
Routine steps are choreographed
A body shape in a cushion
The day is 14 minutes longer
I can wait more than that
Hand made place mat
Expectation keeps alive
A helmet for her
Unbelt for him
A joint for her
One minute for him
An endless beat
All tunes she will give
OVEN
We booked all rooms
A private hotel
Two strudel
A hundred white walls
A hundred white sheets
All turned to blue
Metallic as a clue
Where we always feel free
YOGUR!
A blockhouse
A bird eye view
Life is trivial
Improvise hurt
500 yards from the beach
Sand could be grey
Sea could be brown
Hain is a name
Evol
A script dialogue abstraction
A set built for the scene
A stencil easy to draw
A rehearsal innate
A common tale
A faded light
A cliche
Where you almost believe in love.
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