Event Connectivity
Farewell ... the time of this solitude is ending and another life waiting for me. Now death and then we'll see. Good night.
A little 'lost the drift of a technology that does not understand this lie in waiting for this return to the past and my middle age, the lights of my era, my time of Sturm open up in front of me. Personal time machine until I can disappear even in a whisper of a language I do not understand. Goodbye.
I have written in silence and solitude of a country that is dying and I know that these papers will be burned by flames blue. Already I see beyond the a strange colored hills alone and feel the sweet smell of bodies burning. I have a few more letters from staff, and a final thought occurs. A medieval square, three steps, a Queen of Spain. I am old and have next to my coveted death. A scream. A scream and a cry. I shut the door. This leaflet has yet to hand down a memory
is that the dawn came and I did little in the silence of a long corridor leading to a poorly lit room. The scaffold was clean, sanitized death. I descended the few steps and with a gesture cacciai a fat priest. The Executioner was behind a glass mirror, but it does not matter to me. I did not want to see the face of those who would kill me. I was sentenced to death and I was free. I stared the mirror and smiles. Kill me. Calmly.
whore of a cacophonous Babel became the voice screams and shouts and insults and everything sank into delirium and madness. Walls of dyed viscose rivers of blood and limbs of priests drew contorted geometries and arcane. The sound traveled the entire valley and was lost in the sea. The tower was collapsing and no one seemed to import. Not even the gods.
in this sea of \u200b\u200bsilence I scream until my voice goes out into the waves of a usual delirium. Where are you? An Albatross floats adrift, but the crossbow that killed him was not mine. The sailor is gone, death is sitting at the chess table and looks at me. The sail ripped shake in the wind and the clouds fall beyond the black horizon. The north pole is not far and the footprints of a strange creature draw trumps in the snow.
got out of the car and watched as the horses neighing in the context of De Chirico. Properties. I put the wide-brimmed hat and walked over. The sand was fine, gray, a shade slightly darker than the sky that stretched everywhere. I was in that place many times. Lubeck, Baltic Sea Munde. I arrived at the border of the esplanade. I removed the hair and looked. Before me there was nothing. The sea was gone and I was on the brink of an abyss. I stared at him. Anything could happen. That day everything could happen.
The Queen of Spain descended the few steps that gave to the square and waited for silence. The buzz of the crowd died down. Every face looked regal gait with the awe and admiration. She gestured, almost careless. The Executioner and bowed to the pogroms began.
ignores the sound, to question and reject the usual oracle. Rebel until the blood flows from the curse words and screaming and other sneak truth. Deceptions, illusions, lies that become dense like a pitch-black all-encompassing. Sink until every part of him disappears and what remains is a sense of the world. Universally true.
The ship sank in the gray snow that extended throughout the valley. The trail of light illuminated the sky and the stars sparse as one of many lightning. Necks, shook and watery eyes pursued the path of light. For a moment everything remained still and silent. Only the bright gash of the sky seemed to dance in the clouds. Then it happened. Explosion of a space that crumpled the time. It was winter. Eternal Winter.
No reality beyond the veil of light that cuts through this room. I see the deception and delusion. I turned and walked to another street. Body of Lies.
A little 'lost the drift of a technology that does not understand this lie in waiting for this return to the past and my middle age, the lights of my era, my time of Sturm open up in front of me. Personal time machine until I can disappear even in a whisper of a language I do not understand. Goodbye.
I have written in silence and solitude of a country that is dying and I know that these papers will be burned by flames blue. Already I see beyond the a strange colored hills alone and feel the sweet smell of bodies burning. I have a few more letters from staff, and a final thought occurs. A medieval square, three steps, a Queen of Spain. I am old and have next to my coveted death. A scream. A scream and a cry. I shut the door. This leaflet has yet to hand down a memory
is that the dawn came and I did little in the silence of a long corridor leading to a poorly lit room. The scaffold was clean, sanitized death. I descended the few steps and with a gesture cacciai a fat priest. The Executioner was behind a glass mirror, but it does not matter to me. I did not want to see the face of those who would kill me. I was sentenced to death and I was free. I stared the mirror and smiles. Kill me. Calmly.
whore of a cacophonous Babel became the voice screams and shouts and insults and everything sank into delirium and madness. Walls of dyed viscose rivers of blood and limbs of priests drew contorted geometries and arcane. The sound traveled the entire valley and was lost in the sea. The tower was collapsing and no one seemed to import. Not even the gods.
in this sea of \u200b\u200bsilence I scream until my voice goes out into the waves of a usual delirium. Where are you? An Albatross floats adrift, but the crossbow that killed him was not mine. The sailor is gone, death is sitting at the chess table and looks at me. The sail ripped shake in the wind and the clouds fall beyond the black horizon. The north pole is not far and the footprints of a strange creature draw trumps in the snow.
got out of the car and watched as the horses neighing in the context of De Chirico. Properties. I put the wide-brimmed hat and walked over. The sand was fine, gray, a shade slightly darker than the sky that stretched everywhere. I was in that place many times. Lubeck, Baltic Sea Munde. I arrived at the border of the esplanade. I removed the hair and looked. Before me there was nothing. The sea was gone and I was on the brink of an abyss. I stared at him. Anything could happen. That day everything could happen.
The Queen of Spain descended the few steps that gave to the square and waited for silence. The buzz of the crowd died down. Every face looked regal gait with the awe and admiration. She gestured, almost careless. The Executioner and bowed to the pogroms began.
ignores the sound, to question and reject the usual oracle. Rebel until the blood flows from the curse words and screaming and other sneak truth. Deceptions, illusions, lies that become dense like a pitch-black all-encompassing. Sink until every part of him disappears and what remains is a sense of the world. Universally true.
The ship sank in the gray snow that extended throughout the valley. The trail of light illuminated the sky and the stars sparse as one of many lightning. Necks, shook and watery eyes pursued the path of light. For a moment everything remained still and silent. Only the bright gash of the sky seemed to dance in the clouds. Then it happened. Explosion of a space that crumpled the time. It was winter. Eternal Winter.
No reality beyond the veil of light that cuts through this room. I see the deception and delusion. I turned and walked to another street. Body of Lies.
