Sometimes I think I do not do it anymore. How often, how many letters, even how many messages have contained these words. Vane, yes, but not less than all the others.
I think of a small submarine, designed for me only, almost completely transparent with which sink in the oceans. I wish it were in with a machine capable of producing food (of course all the food I want, infinity) and a small bathroom (self-cleaning). A television and a computer connected to the Internet.
If I dream about a submarine that accompany me in the wilderness of the seabed, I want it with all the comforts.
to disappear my tracks, I'm not saying forever, but at least for a good shine. The show would be great, because of course could change my submarine depth at my leisure, without pressure problems. But it never comes close to places humanized, because it would be so programmed. Yesterday
train was a girl from her face hard. Concentrated on very few scattered pages, constantly fearing to lose someone. I think he was writing a fair copy. There was no doubt that this was a love letter. And it was long.
probably had those words advances in all its pathos and his love for a handsome guy who does not reciprocate.
I wanted to say that this letter, with all admissions, even with all the valuable literature and the demands of broken love, would have been in vain. That he would not have understood or even read.
I also brought her for a ride in my submarine.
I think of a small submarine, designed for me only, almost completely transparent with which sink in the oceans. I wish it were in with a machine capable of producing food (of course all the food I want, infinity) and a small bathroom (self-cleaning). A television and a computer connected to the Internet.
If I dream about a submarine that accompany me in the wilderness of the seabed, I want it with all the comforts.
to disappear my tracks, I'm not saying forever, but at least for a good shine. The show would be great, because of course could change my submarine depth at my leisure, without pressure problems. But it never comes close to places humanized, because it would be so programmed. Yesterday
train was a girl from her face hard. Concentrated on very few scattered pages, constantly fearing to lose someone. I think he was writing a fair copy. There was no doubt that this was a love letter. And it was long.
probably had those words advances in all its pathos and his love for a handsome guy who does not reciprocate.
I wanted to say that this letter, with all admissions, even with all the valuable literature and the demands of broken love, would have been in vain. That he would not have understood or even read.
I also brought her for a ride in my submarine.
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