live without Alicia. I do not remember how to do that, or want to remember or think to face that possibility. It is a concept that does not exist. Or that there exists as the concept of hell. I have never believed in hell. Indeed it does not fear. Or nothing, and the absurd. Fuel are part of a neurotic, the only thing I could keep going without an Alice to which a handshake.
And remember to breathe without it. And I'm not lying. At night, my episodes of apnea, I was startled awake and find the quiet breathing as she breathes. Today
try to sleep without Alicia for the first time. Be the last time as rest of my life, I think. My chest is burning. And my flesh smells hospital. I hope that the next operation can get a room and comfort in their restless sleep as she has always done me. If your injuries
sanasen with mine, I would be pound of flesh torn. A holocaust, a holocaust. And I sold like cattle, as a eunuch or as a prostitute to subnormal blind god, in a time now, it allows us to enjoy a moment of peace. And kill him, as the son of a bitch.
Alice my wife, my whole life. I will never tire of telling you how much I love you. I do it again now, though I fall out mucus and do not stop to mourn. DTE Cuambto bier. Soon be home again and we joke about everything that has happened, and what will happen to us.
And remember to breathe without it. And I'm not lying. At night, my episodes of apnea, I was startled awake and find the quiet breathing as she breathes. Today
try to sleep without Alicia for the first time. Be the last time as rest of my life, I think. My chest is burning. And my flesh smells hospital. I hope that the next operation can get a room and comfort in their restless sleep as she has always done me. If your injuries
sanasen with mine, I would be pound of flesh torn. A holocaust, a holocaust. And I sold like cattle, as a eunuch or as a prostitute to subnormal blind god, in a time now, it allows us to enjoy a moment of peace. And kill him, as the son of a bitch.
Alice my wife, my whole life. I will never tire of telling you how much I love you. I do it again now, though I fall out mucus and do not stop to mourn. DTE Cuambto bier. Soon be home again and we joke about everything that has happened, and what will happen to us.
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