May I never die, never go away ... just wandered over there ...
Aztec prayer fills the cells smoothly roznoszona wypijanym greedily alcohol. In such moments (well known from the past) it is good to write. Letters on the bus to / from Cieszyn, mass for morning coffee or ordinary SMS. It's good to talk with the world, God, each other and look like elaborately constructed edifice collapses time down, leaving behind a translation suffocating dust. But it already was. This is not the first time unknown. Then there is always something, but somehow it is not always well. Yes, there are things and things for us to depend on. And this is just the first. When nothing can be done outside of consciousness to do everything that it did not regret it. And then it turns out that not everything done. But I digress. Once it is made closer to me. More complex with the whole being. What happened? Too much had happened on the road. Too much time is running out. Subsequent spirals. Too much consciousness to believe that what is important in life belongs to me.
How not to take it to drink. And look napierdalającemu with you straight in the eyes of the world. Funny? No. Can always be worse.
Inshallah
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