Thursday, January 17, 2008

Cube Field Colors In Order




the executioner never been so miserable as that afternoon. It is hard to imagine someone like that feeling that your life has hit bottom, with all sentences marching in front of your face, irritating the eyes like a breath of sandstone. Markedly disconcerting image of both justice minister losing enthusiasm for the ropes, or the creaking of the gallows grateful. Then to walk out, clearly puzzled, bordering the fountains of the city, stopping at lattices of parks, where sliding your fingers to see the joys inaccessible elsewhere. This confusion unexpected can greatly complicate the exercise of my responsibilities, he thinks bitterly. I can not concentrate like before, I lost the touch of freshness, is repeated lethargically while helping a child to contain a flood of colored marbles rolling on the asphalt. After this repair in some yellow flowers that hover on the edge of a bed and felt a chill away, as another body if the recipient, and not yours. I know that when I return to my place all these sensations will fade and disappear this gap, get my black art, my scores, again receive cherry jam and sparkling wine guild mates in sincere appreciation of what I would do anyway. There can be trouble enough to erase everything I've built, I know now why these strands now quietly celebrate his innocence sun dancing on my nose, and also came to understand this brotherhood of college students lying on the grass, filling their hopes on Brand slips, as if everything was alien to them.
executioners generally suffer drawdowns that lack the consistency needed to be confident that I do not know, get the coveted time coiling their ropes in a big ball, or do braids, or try to tie a knot weasel, those who leave the sailor bowled more skeptical. To the general dismay, we talk about fleeting dips, although their quality is appreciated by unexpected inmates leave with a feeling that could have been more of that this time might have allowed them to stay until the final sand dune, or on the breeze of grass, well, why not say, on the surface a bit slippery immortal desires.

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