There are works on the floor below. A good morning is offered. A boy gives hammer in a rhythm and balanced way. I go to the refrigerator and go to a glass of water with a snow with a snow to search for the concentration, which to the Lola Floreus – a glass of water told the water. I open the Eden’s door and see everything dark. It will be a lamp. No. That’s the sensor. No. The light will be gone. We recently changed the difference. The electrician is going to find. But it is not, there are all the switches in the firm position.
I go to the ground, it’s wolf mouth. They will be a few minutes, I think, but they are not minutes. So I decide to go out. Less by stairs. A neighbor tells me. On the street I see a relative line in circulation Broken tube syndrome And the old ghost that runs the sidewalks. All campuses and shops are mines without light in the background. When the farmer throws water cubes in Molin Burro, all the residents of the campus go out.
I hear the first comedy. There is no comparison with what we all know. There is a fear that has been recorded in fire in collective consciousness. We have touched, it shows. A neighbor comes with two big water carafs. Workers of the veterinary center are commenting under their pass. Is divided into two types of people: Is quiet and worried. The latter is like zombies, which gradually bite the previous one.
There is no lack of jokes, the fools are missing, all those debris, and all those debris, are faster than light.
The whistle of the traffic guard insists that one of those twin windows that look like a nun. When the traffic lamp is red and green, there is a way that drivers and pedestrians know by the heart. Traffic lights are now like nuts that raise the patch in movies. In a Pakistan, a row population begins to be dangerous. Infection. The internet connection comes in and goes. No jokes are lacking, missing fools, false information, alertists and all those debris, which, which is, this is To do evil, they are faster than light. In a Marquee, a beer declares: “We must love ourselves more.”
I hear strange rumors that I don’t want to reproduce. People see their phone with a little frustration. Everyone has a plan and imagination, which has been promised to instant dystopia from five hours. It is good to imagine some things. It is good not to think too much. They turn the current, and I will not continue to think about the importance of money, a chicken cooperative, solar panels, registered food, rebellion or civilization and will not throw you into the mountain. I go home and the hammer follows them. If he does not learn that he is a hero, he is a genius and a great worker. We have to take an example for him. Less imagination and high hammer.