para para pap pap paa, cool sounds, if u find this disk on the music store u gotta buy it, or maybe ask for it on our beloved friend: Soulseek. lol.
More days happening, more things to mind puttin to work on my paperworks, life goes ahead and semms that the year is coming with a lot of hard stuff to get, oh well, I invite all others who wanna join the pwning the year party, that this is the day to start , tonite us the day 7, as the lucky striker day. =) smiles and lollypop everywhere. oh yeah!!!
And the old man was yelling on the streed "OLD METAL TO SELL!!" well, there was no old man, was just my imagination, missin parts of my last live, and sometimes hating the old parts that are still here in my new one, well, maybe walking on the valley with my beloved sealark would be great, maybe a medicine to cure diseasses, that medicine is called Kissoline, hehe, well, i gotta job to do i gotta end the nite with a hard work rapage.
Peace to the old people that spend the last day of their lives gathering cherries on the green fields next to the snowy mountain, and sweet dreams to all the people around spinin on circles with bat wings and crocodile eyes.
"... Tater was playing the armonica outside the local security cabin, was playing so beautiful, so smooth and so loud that no one could hear the screams goin inside the cabin, Mariana was so angry and had 20 mins to clean the security depertment of the local water facility to let Krya and the other "sea irises" get inside the tubes and set the bomb that will end with the city, a bittersweet scent of death and peace felt that nigth, the nigth that the young man with the harmonica gave his most cruel concert..."
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