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Something healthy please.
But I have a dubious illustration of this “something health” into my head:
He make photo for magazine “mean’s health”
And in cover the magazine was a photo a man-ecorche
With a untwisted nervous across like a halo.
The illustration is hit don’t to brow but to eye. Isn’t is?
No matter, I’m armed well

I have many cd rom’s. I must know all verses by my heard.
And due to I ‘ll not speck by English it’s exactly.
It’s just are esthetic luxury useless business.

Yesterday I dig up mu car from snow mountaine
And today I have sick in within all parts of body
It means either I over skinny or a snowmountain was over big.

A positive women-blogger told how she use a aywaska
She say it’s was like a it chopping from her space by a parts
Till her ego haven’t where hide, it’s was stiff bad trip.
I’m don’t drink a ayuwaska but the chopp-chopp-choppyty of house your soul.
I’m goodness forget the child count song.

I fill if actualy sober, well almost.
She painting a illustration there even.
Home her soul was simulacra as a labirint.
And ask of the hell ayuwaska doing chopping  from her home a parts.
Like a madless woodchopper – maniac with ask broke your ego house.
It do chopp out a parts your core.
“something a health” well.
I’m losting a parts of my self without any stuffs.

I know a man didn’t able opposite to could by a sample.
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Is old age the greatest enemy, Carlos?
Another piece of my house has been chopped off.
Is there anywhere for me to live in my house, Naf-Naf?
A wolf doesn't need an axe; he just needs to blow on it.

Yes, welcome to this bad journey; it won't end soon, since it didn't begin now. Mushrooms, let me go? I lived with you for twenty years, I died then, long ago. I agree, but you paint such strange pictures.
All the corridors of my house are chopp off on all sides.
I might as well leave my house,
this hide-and-seek is already tiring me out.
everything that is dear to you will be chopping off piece by piece.

Ouija, who can resist madness or cold?
Who can resist reality?
It's never what you think.
There are many pleasant souvenirs left in the last remaining room of my house.
Damn. What it?