summer is still chirping crickets at sunset rustling birch leaves in the wind shade the lawn. Pull a little bit later in the evening already a cold shiver up your loins ankles. Half-time long past. How many days left? Still, life is beautiful outside, in the woods last week, I swam in the lake, loved the outdoors. I want to walk, time. Was again abroad, come now to nothing. The Garden of the monster grows, sometimes I make room, mow grass and shrubs rarely flowers, wild tinker myths truth. Desire. Need. Physicality of it all. In the center of the scents, spicy salty taste the matrix. Motor Racing grass scent combines gasoline smell hum acceleration deceleration swings adrenaline, inline skating. smell compose colors mix diversity enjoy wealth perfection. Perfect. Tenderly packed be. Rhythms sounds winds security. Clothing. Eating is doing good. Sweating sun light. enjoy The Muse's Kiss has more to aesthetics sometimes I take relationships but the hell is never alone. The conflicting opposites impulses for living flashes of genes. Currently I find parasols in the ring to fry them in butter and meadows egg a bite. Once in a Recard regard baisers tendresse waft softly melancholic saxophone rains and warm. With you is drive Mopped how to dance in between two damp moss and the smell of wet bark earth gently curves. Driving hours, the days soon time frame structures provide competent care which is important because the style is not only joy to envy the old the ancient precious loving adult angels guide us into the thicket. Children thrive in humus like mushrooms Ausgeschiedenem Abgefallenem of bark to bark an endless round perspective Extreme excrement keep us on the ground with their strength slowly it hurts since the autumn.
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