And if life was twofold. Or more. A setback to the shadow-like and transformed that tell another thing, another story somewhere else, dreaming, or just unveiled stars. The realities are not, well, obviously, only what one sees, but then the reality, the sacred, the famous, not only what we perceive, but also, and, last but therefore, the reality of yet another, the smoker, happy to hand, could be also in the same way that we think, what you will, invent, hope.
life dream, angels, people, desperate inventiveness, not to forget, to throw, to clew up, but probably, certainly, to visit, as a supplement, a foundation elevation.
This happens behind the curtain, designed, led, held incommunicado, and much, much, very lovingly, preserved, cherished, the day after, and on the other hand, in the upside aspects, hell for the simple life in the paradise of life, a chinoiserie, what, who gives the quiet and playful ideas and ideas as coitus, the two realities.
One would hope, remember, feel, coming into one another, and that behind that line right now, before, or Vice versatile exchange of thoughts, the two worlds, two appearances, but no other pretense, that misleading, except for boredom, but the simple life.
must appreciate the dichotomies, the hiatus and phantasmagoria, slag delicious, slots and treasures, and a border invisible, useless, that does nothing, says nothing and leaves, yet still often pass, penetrate and draw, one hoped.
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