I hate myself and I want to die
Fail in all languages​​. The sesame seed combined with cumin seed and the fennel to those of anise. Prepare the salmoriglio. Finger food. The fingers of life: a baby lamb chops.
I do not understand all the pigs who speak in unison, I know nothing of all your wrinkles. I shattered all the faces that I met to reconstruct my face. Face sacred icon of paper soaked in blood. Today I can say that the blood is time. I followed the outline on to lose the eyes and head. I know the outlines of all things!
Lips and meat, caressed, multifaceted, with a shutter effect comes the dark horizon, leaving only a line of light that retreats to the center of the screen until it becomes something that takes away the vision in a flash.