Rain the rain, the usual filmic image, head resting on the window glass designed to look at the droplets that fall ... melancholy and paranoid as Joey Potter. And we start to think, to do the usual castles with moats and towers, you want to walk around with i-pod with folded arms while maintaining a fixed gaze indefinitely. But in the end we think? They are usually continuous streams of consciousness, a series of moments, like the photos that pass before our eyes, and it was for moments that we want to live. Then going into a shop buy a set of nonsense we flock to the house but without knowing why they give us the impression that he filled in some way the faults. Even if when we throw off dust from balcony! The costs seizures can also lead to the hardware store and even there we pull out the card that way if he had to talk to us beg for mercy ... And we are committed to going to help us cut a few yards of red felt. Red felt? We arrived in time? We brought home a roll of red felt hot and then we are afraid to let us embrace at night, maybe we wrap the felt, the work, we give a form, but we are there to ask if we bring the armed heels. But really! We prefer the felt to a man? Better to buy a broom style Salem witch instead of beginning to fly with the mind to imagine how could it be? We are not afraid of the hairdresser's torturing us with helmets, headphones and so on, are not afraid of facials, scrubs, as he-man, with the plate facing to the sky: "For the Strength of Greyscul." So why be the bunny to send a text message when we hear more, or when we want to give a hug more? And if there vestissimo sexy bunny? It would all be easier? And a bunny on a flying broomstick?
to next .......
