Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Angel Of Death Payton

Balades japonaises # 02

Julio put his racing on the counter without seeing that the employee sitting on the stool did not see it coming. He coughed, pretended to take a packet of chewing gum on the shelf, but nothing worked, nothing seemed out of its torpor.
Then he stared at her. She cried. Gently. As we cry and we're going to the injured until the middle of the desert in a Chevy Impala 1958 of preference.
She wept while listening to a song. He heard the buzzing of My Immortal by Evanescence in headphones hidden under her long black hair raven ...
Are we really in this world, wondered, he explained.

Amazing, no?

NB: I've Tried So Hard To Tell Myself That You're Gone
goal though
You're Still With Me I've Been Alone All Along Along Along Along
...

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