"I am tired of thinking," said Miguel Deliver in an interview.
Something similar happens to me and worries me. I worry because I am an old woman full of aches reluctant to lose their dignity. Because I have not written 60 books and never write. Nor do I have grandchildren, and I am a widow who lives anchored in a red box on a gray background. I recognized in the street and few people, besides me, is aware of my dreary existence.
The sky is satin and shave my body bias of this spectrum
thin, stale, stinking
always chaste.
tired I think, yeah. CHTMLX
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