Today I saved a song with two fingers, as I swung, I noticed that it's all as one would like to be, and not everything is entirely material, on the contrary, totally perfect, and I understood that rums you think best ... numbness, and I highly individual art of balance, but all is well, all marks a process, a mark of anchors in the earth beneath the sea. A cigar and will be absolutely ideal, fuzzy, but ideal.
