Why Wear Masks Bioshock

We lack to go in our lives as if we were more Christian Bobin

Madness world wrapped in the direction of Caulk
sense the sweetness of the beneficiaries, fluid Essence
germ of fate placed on the slide forcing the worst
the bruised heart Lying in the maze of yellow laughter.

Rose world mourns rain and wild desire,
Or fear and smell are just trivialities of life
Rising in the vastness of the universe dressed vacuum
And pouring into the consciousness that pain the gut.

Is there no nervousness in dialogues slobbering
Residents of this glorious round house poor. Leave
life to say what she wants you, and curse
opportunists you lick your feet decently

Living illusions and fear perched on the tree of your soul's heart Lying
gaping your blind faith and calm
to sleep all the more tenderly eyes closed personable
Dreaming of a fantasy world populated by luminous Being in a trance.

Blood On Egyptian Cotton

The only real rebellion is the pursuit of happiness. Henrik Ibsen

O world sneaky invited by reason of the weak and disastrous. Whoever you are living with thousands of lights, Miles hopes ... Live ... O God of accuracy, the god of wisdom, gives us the strength to fulfill our destiny, gives us the power over the angel nestled in the hollow of Soul. The time has come for us to embrace our lives, our desires, it is time to live beyond reason, beyond the infinite and see the magic in our lives. Sing time of recklessness, sing time of renewal. The time will come when our resounding answer from the clouds and this blessed day, all our wishes will come true.

Believe ...

Live.

Stove Is Takinglong Time To Heat Up

"The best way to find love is to give, the best way to lose is to keep him prisoner, and the best way to keep him is to give it wings." Nancy Sims.

Thinking of the most tender and sweet,
for delicious that pushes
in the distance great day
top to the path of love.

A muse in the light blue spiritually,
smiling her beautiful eyes malicious
twirling on a pure delight,
enchanting for a destiny of the singing.


Inspiration caresses my mind
a sweet song of life,
letters licked and kissed the living
you're the muse and close ...