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E 'right there, look beyond the clouds!
This is the story of a sailing ship that one day he decided to sail to the sky.
You never know well in advance what will be part of your body that will rot first in the flames of your burning hell. The only certainty is that you have a burning sensation at the point of putrefaction. Until that moment arrives, all you do is enter your claws into the body of the person next to you.
Once my claws have scratched the surface of the ocean and slowly traced the horizons. On the left I could stretch out my hand in the icy surfaces, polished, ground, which only touch her my hand slipped off. Just a few cm higher up, my fingers could see a dune in the desert, the natural expansion of a relaxed body. And slowly, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction of embarrassment to my, my hand went up on the small dune, and as polished by the same wind, relax.
My fingers stretched out and could hear the little finger of the other dick ice and sand, in a mirror. And then, continuing along the current of a canal that would take me down, I saw a bell that, at the touch, gave off a blast of happiness. And I enjoyed the many somersaults around him, so as to make it sound: it was nice to have happiness. All
how to weave a story describing only the landscape surroundings. As if each pore was connected to others by passing fingers, capable of mixing all the chemicals on them.
From that day I feel a slight burning along the lines of my hand.
If I close I still feel the force of the wind, no longer full of shame, trying to soothe my burning, but it is said that he is not to feed these wounds.
This is the story of a sailing ship that one day he decided to relax in the sky.
old warrior who rests in the sky one day, please
thrust me through therewith my heart!
Contribution of view: Salvador Dali installation "Voluptas Mors", photo by Philippe Halsman, 1951
You never know well in advance what will be part of your body that will rot first in the flames of your burning hell. The only certainty is that you have a burning sensation at the point of putrefaction. Until that moment arrives, all you do is enter your claws into the body of the person next to you.
Once my claws have scratched the surface of the ocean and slowly traced the horizons. On the left I could stretch out my hand in the icy surfaces, polished, ground, which only touch her my hand slipped off. Just a few cm higher up, my fingers could see a dune in the desert, the natural expansion of a relaxed body. And slowly, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction of embarrassment to my, my hand went up on the small dune, and as polished by the same wind, relax.
My fingers stretched out and could hear the little finger of the other dick ice and sand, in a mirror. And then, continuing along the current of a canal that would take me down, I saw a bell that, at the touch, gave off a blast of happiness. And I enjoyed the many somersaults around him, so as to make it sound: it was nice to have happiness. All
how to weave a story describing only the landscape surroundings. As if each pore was connected to others by passing fingers, capable of mixing all the chemicals on them.
From that day I feel a slight burning along the lines of my hand.
If I close I still feel the force of the wind, no longer full of shame, trying to soothe my burning, but it is said that he is not to feed these wounds.
This is the story of a sailing ship that one day he decided to relax in the sky.
old warrior who rests in the sky one day, please
thrust me through therewith my heart!
Contribution of view: Salvador Dali installation "Voluptas Mors", photo by Philippe Halsman, 1951
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