It is going to be.
It is going
to be
a description.
It has been described.
Despaired through the window.
Announcing its goodness.
Announce your goodness!
And life goes on softly.
One very mile.
Men tinker.
You don't have enough balance.
So the trouble will continue.
Why does one's heart stop?
The town that made you cry.
What happens in the next ten days?
The air becomes Pop-Art.
What can Melanie do?
This is what
Great Britain
has told us.
No longer do
the pages turn blue.
You come across an empty space.
Brand new trouble.
Now your death has come about.
"This is the beach!" the man said.
But there was no beach. Not even water.
The air is filled with glass.
You come into unwanted territory.
Another time in bed.
For a certain amount of time you feel comfortable inside your head.
There is this run to the airport.
But there is no airport.
Don't be significant.
Come agents of food.
Read the signs!
Don't answer that question!
I don't know who god is and where he might be.