The danger of standing was and you knew it.
Stand still, without even the slightest effort to breathe is not granted, you can not distract ever, even when you're tired.
You are not allowed to stop or even afraid to look in the mirror. Without
property as if it were not there, in a photo taken shortly before, in a realistic framework or in the mind stops in some reckless customer. But never, never in reality.
stand still and property can not remember how to swim, eat and lay down the walls. What then
walls are not seen by a ball and show all hidden corners oval.
A world made the round tub. Structurally
your property would be an insult to our turn around or maybe around the end of a nightmare that not even remember ever having started dreaming. Why
nightmares are dreams anyway and that you knew.
Then I realized that void by establishing the vendetta launched by content, container and context. Without mincing words
launched a cry without a voice to the delight of those who now knows you're in safe waters.
The real protest of those who do not take it anymore to keep moving is to establish a point on the ceiling and stand still, the nightmare started thinking and I can not remember the time when you started to dream about it.
But until recently, did you know that nightmares are dreams like dreams, are on the same supermarket shelves. Only dreams that you will also sell discounted, special offer or in single serving to be heated in the microwave.
The nightmare instead, that's all yours and can last a lifetime.
Then I read your cry of despair in the days of their Christmas leave consumerist movements and swim to other shores, with a dream in the head in the end but you do not know this early. You were still and motionless.
The next time round girerai still hope that a thought you dedicate it to me.
Now for a minute I stop and stare dreamily at the ceiling.
shit from head to 
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