Past, present, a time over here, saw the sunrise and sunset yellow and red. Soaked to these colors and the dissatisfaction of not knowing but intuit the meaning of the word word, I looked in the dictionary (I hate, hate the order and pattern) to supposedly absorb more all encompassing space until then, budgeted unknown word in question.
E l meant that I liked was one that defined it as: Metal voice.
Metal voice "?. I would have liked the idea yet still too agree with her. I had previously understood (suspected) that the word is almost an abstract category, nothing defined. I have not ever been able to feel or caress. The word is not metal, is too fragile to be, and has no voice, if any could listen. I only listen to famous phrases attempts a pedant colored metal that aspires to be often be short, but can not be, because any attempt is void, because nobody believes in it. Nobody lives there. Some peopleturn out to be a vacuum pack.
I saw a man on the beach with a metal detector (voice, perhaps), burning machine so many words that have been lost the sandy and sunny beaches, lost so much promise not only knew the voice that night and fish. The apparatus piiip-piiip has continued to find a surfer who put wax on your table to avoid slipping. The man then turned off the contraption and started to talk at length with him. Spencer has taught him that when he crosses into something that can be as large or as small, and contain as much or as little, we must have lyou feet on the ground to avoid slipping. So he uses wax.
was too late to learn. The detector man had died from so many words. The only piiip piiip-sounding now, was in step with his last breath. Spencer continued surfing. He was a murderer ruthlessly selfish. Never understand how important it was for that man the secret of innocence. Killed him. Was too fragile, you might too brave to go into places that should never have known. His family prays for him, not metal, words to express the pain.
believe in something that can both be as large or as small, and contain as much or as little, it is hoped that future see sunrise and sunset blue days. Sure you never get to people like Spencer. These color-drenched and satisfied to know only half the meaning of the word: a word, I will not go to the dictionary to find out something I never wanted to have something budgeted unknown, killed the one man the day you took away the illusion.
There are people who happen to be a vacuum pack, filled with half of everything they wanted to hide and the other half who always pretended to be (once forgot who they were): a full meaning to kill.
Meanwhile, many others, will continue with his head on the pillow, looking at words, living without having your feet on the floor without slipping. Thinking about the uniqueness of this man. The autopsy revealed an overdose of innocence.
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