Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
By S.D. Sycther
Lying there for many days so you can use the word idle for me. I am the idlest person on this planet. Traveling for longer distances than you can imagine, I came to your house and get rid of myself in a few glances. In some days, I am passed to the archive file, then to the reserves, then to the storeroom, next to the flood again and either someday io flies to freedom or is given to the dust collector. If they are cruel then thy do this to me --- Thy sells me with the other less important ones for the weights shall speak the rest.
But I am quite jealous of her, she is too nice to be original. she will be always placed in the most secret areas of the world. She will be kissed and preserved and shall never die. Might the persons leave this world, but she doesn't. She is passed to the further generations as an example. The decoration is awesome, the loveliest things in the not so loving world, whatever, I don't care. She comes home early in the times when everything is well between the two. there are cries, there are emotions, there are dirty expressions, there are physical terms, there is fascination, there is coming closer, there are private moments, there are thousands of dreams but there is one thing which is the most special moment manufactured in this world. The moment of nostalgia is the best. Tose are the ones so emotional as if emotions are leaking out the letter. I can smell the emotions, it is strong enough to seduce one. I get mad at some of those, This guy relly writes some of the greatest letters ever produced. Might be he hires some professional guy. The girl doesn't seem to understand a bit of the emotion that the guy has to offer. She is just busy with her materialistic things that bring no rest, that brings no peace. Someday teaches her "Beauty doesn't come with the brains". She is the least bit intelligent but still is lovely. Tons of mistakes in her expression. The spellings and grammar tend to go haywire. People are confused what to do and what to do next. But still, with all those errors and mistakes, the letter smells nicest.
But there is another side to this, which is very confusing and disastrous. maybe I shouldn't give the description. " ... that day she came to my house and she somehow managed to look into secret compartments. All attempts to stop her seemed to have failed as hse was clever and not beautiful. we were in danger if death. She read me wholly and tore me in front of him... tore a bunch of our men and converted them into the smallest bits possible. this wasn't the end of torture, she decides to burn and then the ashes were cremated. With that cremated were his hopes, his desires and his ... These cheaters cause such issues, men shall be men at the end of the day." 12/12/2016 on life and death.
By S.D. Sycther
Lying there for many days so you can use the word idle for me. I am the idlest person on this planet. Traveling for longer distances than you can imagine, I came to your house and get rid of myself in a few glances. In some days, I am passed to the archive file, then to the reserves, then to the storeroom, next to the flood again and either someday io flies to freedom or is given to the dust collector. If they are cruel then thy do this to me --- Thy sells me with the other less important ones for the weights shall speak the rest.
But I am quite jealous of her, she is too nice to be original. she will be always placed in the most secret areas of the world. She will be kissed and preserved and shall never die. Might the persons leave this world, but she doesn't. She is passed to the further generations as an example. The decoration is awesome, the loveliest things in the not so loving world, whatever, I don't care. She comes home early in the times when everything is well between the two. there are cries, there are emotions, there are dirty expressions, there are physical terms, there is fascination, there is coming closer, there are private moments, there are thousands of dreams but there is one thing which is the most special moment manufactured in this world. The moment of nostalgia is the best. Tose are the ones so emotional as if emotions are leaking out the letter. I can smell the emotions, it is strong enough to seduce one. I get mad at some of those, This guy relly writes some of the greatest letters ever produced. Might be he hires some professional guy. The girl doesn't seem to understand a bit of the emotion that the guy has to offer. She is just busy with her materialistic things that bring no rest, that brings no peace. Someday teaches her "Beauty doesn't come with the brains". She is the least bit intelligent but still is lovely. Tons of mistakes in her expression. The spellings and grammar tend to go haywire. People are confused what to do and what to do next. But still, with all those errors and mistakes, the letter smells nicest.
But there is another side to this, which is very confusing and disastrous. maybe I shouldn't give the description. " ... that day she came to my house and she somehow managed to look into secret compartments. All attempts to stop her seemed to have failed as hse was clever and not beautiful. we were in danger if death. She read me wholly and tore me in front of him... tore a bunch of our men and converted them into the smallest bits possible. this wasn't the end of torture, she decides to burn and then the ashes were cremated. With that cremated were his hopes, his desires and his ... These cheaters cause such issues, men shall be men at the end of the day." 12/12/2016 on life and death.
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