Just yesterday, today might look different

January 1, 2010

My eyes were misty, but yesterday at the Fourteenth forty-seven pharmacist at last open the pharmacy said it was an ordinary conjunctivitis. And somehow I see.
Therefore, look with me on the sidewalks, which were drowned and floated in the puddles of melting snow, you know this whole mess, which possessed me. In general, at his feet. For example, those old, faded maroon and gold carpets, and trash on the surface: of loose cigarette butts, beer cans, caps and dust hairs. A rain outside the window, and on the walls in plaster scars, scars. You see, I am very sad loser.
It's a clumsy attempt to obtain absolution; TVs today wind the human voice, glass like sheets of thin ice, they reflected the pale, low clouds, gliding just above the heads of old men walking around the cemetery.
After lunch, I got out of bed and walked around his room. One is in front of irradiated icy morning from two past years, five minutes, which made me unhappy man, I imagined that you are sitting next to, under the tram shelter, and for a moment felt good. At the end, however Devises new ways to escape from this prison, but I do know it will not work here any contingency plan. I run through the highway.
Around a corner waiting for my next great religion. All the young shoots petardami drunk, shoots flares of light in my face. The huge, sweaty telebeam, which I pass right now, fireworks glitter spasmodically, and after a second fade into the darkness. Hooting przepitych throats emulate in me, is responsible for my surround system, centrifugal processor.
August only for eight months, and I already feel the chill in your eyes. I'm standing, it is not you because you're stuck kilometers south of here. This is where you hear the screech prolonged inhibition of the train and you already know that you are going unshaven men after me. I feel like their hands smell like grease.