Fluent 2 - wipe it all tomorrow - Poetry 
I leave the stock and count to three. I look good and you're away. I just feel faint whistling between flasks of weak buttocks. This is what I would have to say if I was not sober. This is what I would have to say if I did not reproach. Throw your hat into the river Douro and the result is a octopus-shaped seal, even Pussy, or rather bean Fuca. Wishing I could go on the centuries with the stream of consciousness without anything seems obvious, but I stop and refer to the song again. This is a text that does not reread, so there may be errors. This is a text that does not write, so you could not read it, and find no errors. Who does not reach here will never know how long my penis. Who came up with here is the illusion that you can know the length of my penis. People who wonder how long should my penis squirt in the closet and ask, rather, as ever, immediately after, is already in the ass with a deodorant. The matter becomes tense and thin like a dog on a bun in Caneva inflated with helium, but that does not slip on the water fly. I shit in the eyes of bloody anger and frustration. In appearance I falsehood and greed instinct of survival. In the skull there are two chicks who swallowed two cats and are repeated at each other - miao -. I go down the stairs and helmet chin on a patch of Nutella: it is that of Mr. Robinson.
Mr. Robinson was a child had three nipples, then, grew up, he noticed that there were two. All his life he lied because of an oversight, this is fascinating.
I had a deer-shaped nettle howling every Thursday at four in the afternoon. Then came Orestes, and rude, called the deer an idiot. He was offended ... and exploded.
no longer of this world I will complain as long as between the anus and scrotum I have a hairy mole. This is not true but it makes sense, what you say is true and you respond Enzo - just, stop it! -. But you persevere and anguish of the solstice invoke redundant just to say solstice. Lagging with a hook in the jaw and finish in a slip as a child when you kick in the penalty shoot-out runs uphill. Or down. And with the tree in the middle.
