Chapter 18 curriculum vitae

curriculum vitae I once walked across the square shaved head to better find the sun but in the crazy season Turned, across the fence Meet the goats with the deadpan faces until from saline land see the ideal on white paper i arched my back thought he had found the expression of the truth The only way, as in baked fish dreaming of the ocean Long live!I just fucking yelled the beard grows entangled like countless centuries I had to fight history And with knives and idols Getting married is not for coping with The world split from the fly's eye in the quarreling pile of books

We are evenly divided Reselling every star for a small penny Overnight, I lost my bet Belt, back to the world naked again Lighting a silent cigarette It's a deadly shot for this midnight. turn the day i was hung upside down on an old tree like a mop overlook