new level

new level

tisdag 5 maj 2015

It seemed that she had traveled around the United States, but it could mean a lot.

I email-interviewed Isaac and asked what he thought of his wife's photography without knowing that it was his wife and he emphasized that it was poor research but that he liked her photography anyway why now that would have been a contradiction. His wife was a genius named Tova. I should mail-interview her instead but it was supposed to be a music blog text and I had an editor who expected a certain result.

When I saw the pictures on the arts I shot very drapes, empty scenes and heavy fabric late with my iPhone and I want to believe that it was subconscious or something.

It is difficult to know if it is mirrored or just continue.

A flash of a handle becomes a reflection of the sun.

It seemed that she had traveled around the United States, but it could mean a lot.

Are you with the camera on an after party so increases the chance of punktum and social stigmatization.

What is junk and what is junk and what I apologize in a way that is beyond reproach - I do not want to take a chance.

Write 1000 characters about the whole concept carpeted.

I can call the chair for the faith if I want but it changes nothing.

What makes the fence on the wrong side.

When I sit down and feel of a lawsuit coincides often with torn paper.

The librarian

Sighs. Now I press keys. I do that all the time. My stomach. I do not know how the digestive sounds. Sole across the floor. Insoles. A bag set down, jacket, it sounds just like a jacket, just like that as a jacket sounds when moved. The rustle. Ball point. Someone who goes. Chair ejected. The noise that permeates everything all the time. The electricity, I want to believe. Distant voices. Predictable shoes. Caugh, that the mucus in the chest area. The sound of something rises.

Have you seen? Shoes. A yawn is so ridiculous characteristic as a yawn. Now I am writing again. It also sounds. Cutlery on plate. Crake. Now someone on the stairs. Up or down. Does it sound the same? The alarm on my broken phone I can not turn off. From his trouser pocket. It is set to snooze and beeps every quarter. I'm drinking coffee. It sounds like it does. Nails against something. Cough, cough. No screaming prosit, no screaming, thanks. The sounds from the disk. Squeaking. Among the dead. Moist finger. The librarian. Finally. Over the winter as well. What did you say? Yes.