Blessed are happy, because they will be tomorrow afternoon.
THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! ... Today!
THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! ... Just yesterday the future
THE MORNING OF THE WORLD ... and death will mark the resumption
Time is not a line is crossed, a line that happens in our fixed point
We are not the person in escalator, we type in the runner. No go. No progress. Still, motionless Coward. They gave us choice. Only you can choose the color of my shirt. I think.
GIRL RUN RUN! YOU REACH THE CUCKOO! Bite the tail! hahaha! Only
game, just a game.
We're fine, tomorrow Pioro.
We are what we are, and what does not seem.
Caricatures, rag dolls.
men have given us different names, but we understand only 1; LACAYO !
