Prince William, Kate. Hailey, Lucy.
Loving Hut theft cart food truck the onion sandwitch
Victoria Secrets - Selena or the Weekend. The cow bow girl.
Tina is the fireman uniform with a mokie. (On the fscebook, the same last name. The correct last name)
The Bad Mood
TV: 我不是購物狂 （Tina Jojo best friend 汪星 facebook the shopping bag with the 2 legs wide opens. )
Tesla’s gf. 錦繡未央
I Am Not The Shopping Freak - there is a song. The sad mood. (Cannot find it.)
The Good Mood
Lee Coco. 好心情
https://youtu.be/bj8hIt_xVk4?si=uGpCDlGI6gy7XCyu
In the rainy day of this darkness forest mood ahead, it’s this drizzle raindrop at the doorsteps.
The footstep of the house door close and opens, it’s the farthest horizon, a forest trail, a beach sunset makes the treading windmill more like an easy breezing wind chime blows up my mind.
It is the rain that creates this falsehood of the injustice, the shout out the cross bakery. The sensation of a phone booth sounds like a red paint on this England valley to where about the stone made of bricks.
In the far travel of the Eastern India distance land where the spice to find the sun blazing soul finding journey, it’s the greater race of this wonder makes the horror movies sound like a home without the shoe walking the sandy beach, sunk down an oxygen mask in the ocean wave to flirt my body like under the vast sky, a quest of the spiritual journey like a practice sense of the office suit. - a piece of suit they say.
Yawning, whining, curvature of the body makes a man or a women sounds like less of a black suit stiff the morning air coffee a cup, the walk down the heel on this stone made rail line, it’s the side road sewage curve bothers my mood the most. “My nail doesn’t go today”, that surely a sign of the bad luck and the bad moody.
To that so many multitude of the ….
I cannot even find my words to describe how bad today my mood sounds like a coffee. Drink. Take a sip to my burning thrust. “So thirsty” I exclaim.
Astrophy
!!!! Ha ha ha, like Tamang’s personality wane down road of the personality, was surely a philosophical one.
Agree, agree. Clap clap. In the midst of the unpopular artist I found a quiet room if full attendance of these people. I am the one in the middle of strangers and these followers of an instructional made of his book makes a sensational fresh air in my blood. It is a gem of my finding God drops a note to my mail box.
A piles of unopened mails, was these footstep a garden makes a day of my untamed thoughts, he says, was the judging of the zealous ghost realm makes a rebellion of another wounded man solider dying a thirst of that blood filled dead body, it’s the gun massacred occurs and the powder blows through the hot temperature. Burn, burn, burn. I think I have a morning talent in writing with these black coffee. It’s the buttom of this cup, see the stain of my teeth in the morning every mirror if not every side cheek to every side line alarm clock.
A twist of this (another morning )
To a notebook, a pair of eyeglasses on the open book, a trail walking shoes looking down the fallen forest leafs, was a lonely soul makes the sunk mind a wonder in that healing through the therapist of the claim or it was the musician to that very local artist !
The drum drum drum. Beat to my heart.
The metal look at it, intriguing of the thought…it’s …shingling. High pitch notes like my windows outside ! It’s not the bathroom facet water, thank God. It’s the tape water of not a shitty house ! It’s a Shade, meaning a roof cover without….a mood was all these thin flower of a sewing machine makes this signature of the local sounds like a far corner of a world was my healing ground (of a coffee).
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