Prolapse What Does Man Feel

walked, had just left the cinema and he was going to the curb following his foot and a front of the other traced the immediate future of his position. It was completely
immersed in another world from behind his glasses to look at reality as blacks was a performance in 3D of what gave the film: with the same enthusiasm and wonder that test a child wearing the legendary red and blue glasses, she watched the sad and gray day that is the city. A
forward soundtrack was the ' mp 3, which had very inculcated in his ears as if to break his eardrums.
Where else would fall one more time?
In what fantasy, what a dream, that 'would have moved away from reality, was about to go into?
did not know how an inmate and walked directly to the gallows.
After all, even magical and fascinating had to take that thing and go to apparent reality, these drugs were more bad in a human could use: nausea created dependency and at the same time.
But the damage was done, again, yet another time ...

"At the sound of an accordion, his thoughts wandered in circles in her head while she sat on a chair in the middle saw them all accompanied by a dancer who floated elegant red dresses in their front her dancing a tango and a waltz then whirling, falling almost in a circle with the speed that were acquiring and then losing.
was a carousel endless and fascinating but soon became a whirlwind to aspirale, sparaflasch colors, red and green phosphorescent were tied with black stripes and white, his head began to dolerle and eyes to burn, even lowered her eyelids for a fraction of a second so he was afraid of losing something of that scene spectacular, but not disenchanted from turning by now had become a multi-disc, like a lollipop of those who fabricated back when our grandparents were children.
His heart beat to the music while looking around to see the man in the distance in the background, behind all the dancers played the accordion with a lot of passion from start to dance too, rising from his chair and circling around it.
attacked the chorus and he looked at her searching eyes, as if to infuse slipping over the fingers so much seemed to have a Tutt 'one, that instead of your arms God wanted an accordion with the harmonious sound capable of divine ecstasy and divine and mortal, and enchanting dragging with it oblivion of infinity that is the music ."...

So the impact this range of thoughts exploded in my head while listening to that of C. NOYE impulse was thrown on the keyboard of his old PC .
Nor could how to write the music was taking his arms were on their legs and well, fingers barely managed to hold it above the keyboard while they would rather like butterflies hover above his head mo 'director of 'orchestra.
STOP. so atrocious that emotion that overtook him each time he touched the keyboard black and white