I never realized if this is going to be again. Last night I had a terrible dream, I was in the middle of flying cars and objects. Edan saw me and cried out. I could barely move my hands, I saw him but I couldn’t speak.
The day was more ordinary with temple colors and keypads. I stroke a pause to realize if it was a bad dream, but I couldn’t, the more I got into it the more its hallucination.
Edan was upset. He had this great proposal of reengineering social psychology and social tactics.
“ I have a better idea- once you are into it you won’t leave, I promise” Edan said, “She’ll wait for you 0° on continuity”.
“That’s weird” I told, “ I can’t buy that much”. “ After all living for a mile is lot more than the time". " Such a ridicule”- I added.
“Bethna went town last week, she brought you a gift”. I could see those deep eyes when he said that, “ the Green Summer is all what she’s interested in- Save yourself”.
And he went away, “see you on Tuesday” I told him.
Meanwhile I was still perplexed why she would bring a gift. Then again I would hear those tattering and rumbling facades. I close my eyes to be awoken again.
The dreaded long hallway to the starky door as I walked by to come to my senses.
Bethna was staring at me “didn’t Edan told you !”. “About what” I said. As I keep my time strictly dimensional. “I have work and a schedule” and I tapped myself to wash her out.
And the rainman will color the roads again as she walked by.
I skid and I skid,
and I saw the opening door.
I am drenched and I clenched ,
I saw them coming roar.
“I saw you what you were doing and I know what you’ll do” said Bethna. I smile and add “ well, I know the concept”. The cryptic is a jargon and there’s always the escape, you can’t plan. How do I write when its all written and how do I challenge what I don’t know.
I kept silent and went back to my room, I had a schedule.
And the rainman would color the roads again as she walked by.
And teeny tiny droplets;
the memories I still harvest.
The woods and the green summer,
that I have never been.
A promise as sweet and slender,
a secret I kept in this cryptic world.
On successful recharge the strength went 5, I kept talking till the guy share me. We were on his track. He had a great world built around. "I have arrange them in parallel, and the channels let you in."
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The day was more ordinary with temple colors and keypads. I stroke a pause to realize if it was a bad dream, but I couldn’t, the more I got into it the more its hallucination.
Edan was upset. He had this great proposal of reengineering social psychology and social tactics.
“ I have a better idea- once you are into it you won’t leave, I promise” Edan said, “She’ll wait for you 0° on continuity”.
“That’s weird” I told, “ I can’t buy that much”. “ After all living for a mile is lot more than the time". " Such a ridicule”- I added.
“Bethna went town last week, she brought you a gift”. I could see those deep eyes when he said that, “ the Green Summer is all what she’s interested in- Save yourself”.
And he went away, “see you on Tuesday” I told him.
Meanwhile I was still perplexed why she would bring a gift. Then again I would hear those tattering and rumbling facades. I close my eyes to be awoken again.
The dreaded long hallway to the starky door as I walked by to come to my senses.
Bethna was staring at me “didn’t Edan told you !”. “About what” I said. As I keep my time strictly dimensional. “I have work and a schedule” and I tapped myself to wash her out.
And the rainman will color the roads again as she walked by.
I skid and I skid,
and I saw the opening door.
I am drenched and I clenched ,
I saw them coming roar.
“I saw you what you were doing and I know what you’ll do” said Bethna. I smile and add “ well, I know the concept”. The cryptic is a jargon and there’s always the escape, you can’t plan. How do I write when its all written and how do I challenge what I don’t know.
I kept silent and went back to my room, I had a schedule.
And the rainman would color the roads again as she walked by.
And teeny tiny droplets;
the memories I still harvest.
The woods and the green summer,
that I have never been.
A promise as sweet and slender,
a secret I kept in this cryptic world.
On successful recharge the strength went 5, I kept talking till the guy share me. We were on his track. He had a great world built around. "I have arrange them in parallel, and the channels let you in."
.
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