Star Wars Pimewood Derby Car

Theory The Big Scratch L irreparable.

Shit night * again *

I
capital capital capital
love, liebe, amore, AST, ser, Kärlek, kahnu, Dashuri, gharau, mahabr, prem, Ishta, myiya, Ai rakkaus, sarang, koerlihed, merout, armastus, agapi, ahava, serelem, pyaar, asmore, meile, okwagala, tia, kjoerlighet, mahabât, Ljubov, ljubezen, here, Cham-inch mbëgeel ...

I had a lump of love abroad I could not deploy to water my kisses multilingual. I created a language better than Esperanto.
I created with my tongue too much capital.

I took my capital and have thrown out the window, did flee in pools of plasma, the virtual body pillow hundred times beloved. I wasted in running it in windows closed, reflective windows that return what you do not want more windows that clutter spoils launched the unnecessary.

Sub plasma, my love has slipped under my eyes and was liquefied.

And I'm here without listening.
How to sleep when it's vague in my head, when it pulsates like a sob, when it came over me and I'm wet to the bone anchor in my stomach where my ventricles beat, tempered by the waves wriggle, by the raging sea inside of my head, the sea that wakes when the waters when it sprinkles.

And every evening, under the window, I hear voices, voices of children, the voice of my child crying.

So I roll from one end to l'autre de l'autoroute, attendant qu'un camion vienne barrer le bitume.

Je roule et je m'arrête.
J'attends le CRASH, le BOUM, le SPLASH.