Yesterday morning I woke up and I wanted to write my dreams on dell'ipercoop brochure. I wanted to write but do not forget to see them further away, that make me live bad days and I know that is not the case.
This afternoon I woke up and I almost wanted to take a train to check. But cristiddio. Go to the airport to take the girls to meet and take a shower with a bar of soap in a maze of purple brown baths. Walking barefoot on the asphalt and realize that everyone else go in the opposite direction. Meet a person who smiles while speaking and not understanding what he says. You talk about his new play, come and see me if you can because I care a lot, and not understanding what you say. See his face different quasi contract, and the hands holding the wheels of a wheelchair. No, there is no need to live it badly but it looks real nasty slut. Weep and you say, I'll definitely see you, I promise. Watching them, hardly able to move around and talk and remember when you pushed me to overcome the limitations that may force myself to myself. That there was nothing to be afraid, those hands that I would be obliged if I would be good and god up there. Continue your way and take a train on rails so steep that I can not stand, but if I fall I know that I go to the spiders and then I take refuge in a narrow bathroom, with a mantis that comes out of leaking pipes and Anna the train and I can not get it. And then get off near stage of Taranto, and drinking vodka with Russian women that give me the shoes. And yet again the image of him that I can hardly understand and when I wake up there is still strong enough to want to be sure that it is not really so. And no, it's not, but still nasty bitch. I passed the desire of lucid dreaming.
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