And he would not sleep.
had woven leather - plastic skin covering my eyes around my neck.
achieve this knot enclose my burning red eyes, smiling, smiling
for not sleeping, not sleeping,
to stay awake until the brain arteries will begin to color purple, purple
, bruised ... Yes
Under my horizontal body moistened my neck, and my skin seemed to curl up against the bone while the humidity and heat the room managed to swallow the exterior color. Exterior
my window where networks and immovable impenetrable prevented any traffic, any freedom, any anarchy. Nonexistent
accuracies
everything is sound for this scene.
There is much grain is lost, the small pores cum hairy wet particles are breaking the oxygen in the room.
I want the music does not end up in this space my emotions are waves lapping at the tinting material according to frequency.
Muscles are dropping as if each tendon ys stop working and start to slowly rip acubierto like oil. The body goes for a little while degreasing try to move the head to open his eyes.
traveled through that tunnel closed and red phosphorescent red above, again and again red.
ears pulsate and is becoming more oppressive, I want to get the skin off but I can not
is corrupting the heat inside me as if my veins lava, lava. Lava Mountain jealous that she was raped by a desire to summit of man.
wrapping
There are so many feelings in the spider sheet ...
