My feelings are so dry.you couldnt ride on it.Nobody does, nobody can.Nobody dare.
Am an inside cryer.
My mouth can’t even eat,no food can fit.
My skin is pretty dark.
And the dirt is in the body.
they said «no more of them!»
then it’s gone wildly eachy inside
scratched it untill it comes
pushed a little more
The flesh is by your views.
Breathe and have your biggest look inside.
all of this in one sunday!
More and more sunday rising!
HELP: a sunday rise on the top of their heads.
spreadin out, all them bloody sunday.
im sellin god for a price?!any suggestions?
dead bodies right?damn right..
22 of january 1905 Saint-Petersbourg had the shot because of revolutionary words.
Irish paid inner Christians fights on a 1972 sunday too..
YES we been through the wrong path
and melody notes keep on rollin
i wish they could stop once at a time
what you lost
what you earn
Life seems to be a game.
Life seems to be about many talks.
I let you guess what the world would be without stories and history.
Bro my throat...
Bro please do leave me alone with this!
You cannot really be pure without a doubt
One day they will use everything they know
For me to tell him: «are we really talkin?»
We don’t give a dice about presents which are given.
Even if you try hard.
i wish those piano notes could be stopped once at a time
For him to answer:«But look..im deep listening to you, through musical notes,Dear.Stop talkin extra»
For me to say: «Was it you playin theatre with young kids?were they actin in costume?»
Oh! i praise the lord that was a true picture of you.
A black cape standin on the top of this Bell tower
The wind as a storm is nothing now.
And everything feel the peace.
Brave youth.King youth.Muscled youth.Excited youth.Absolute youth.Flying youth.
.Starvin youth.Big Glorious Youth.Fearless youth.
Beautiful is youth.
SHOW THE HUMAN DYNASTY THAT IS YOUR TIME TO MAKE IT GROW.
(For him to smile.)
