User:Laurent Suicide

The sky is wrong, and my eyes follow the races Flash, Quick travelers envious of the nocturnal wanderings. That I like to throw myself among them, the heart on the shoulder and laughed in the face of this behemoth called away. From cold to burn the bloody invasion deepest contempt, not an overwhelming to me as indifferent to me a while: an acrobat on the fate drunk is not clumsy, fueling our expectations or devours the past. I hope for nothing, I'm writing these words, because dreams do come back slowly and we want them to push my sleeve, open mouths and eager shadow of insatiable appetite, to turn, then pupae and finally son, sitting on the left side of the devil. Forever in a world of our own designers and impenetrable connected.