turtle, milk and helicopter  (chapter number 3547)

well,
everyone thinks...
even that cubehead taxi driver with extra large brushes. his pants is narrow, that's because, he can't draw the birds with blue wings and red eyes...
everyone dies...
this untie with dog and pink lipstick
her hubby is not a mushroom, that's because, she can't fly like a public transfer. she is not a giraffe and can't relationship in silver frogs from cover of  biology references...
here is not some plug in
pumped vaginas and iron butterflies
naked afternoons and coffee break after coma...
that's cute as billboard without motivation
like a sorrow, without tail of mouse...
anyway...
we all born
we all dying
all that feeling likes some coffee break in this unfinished circle...
life is amazing...
even, when i trying to call you like a stupid faggot
who just loves smell, what you leave in my memory...
run away baby...
run as fast as you can!
anyway, we'r both in this circle...
hello!