The Cake Boss Recipes

Sail grass fog.

spectra children live

bored from time

playing aimlessly

the shadows tasteless

of those smiles in the air press

dictated by their own selfishness.

Wind dissolves.

Life spectra dead

and quell'assordante silence

the sound cynical,

rivivon the screams,

laughter,

the tears.

ball rolling bushes,

hiding jump ropes.

Everything in simple surprise.

and spectra of trees

beam are the choices,

swinging those who have decided

to be dead alive,

stretching his shadow

about who decided

to die not to live.

The look behind the eyes

of those living dead,

cruel smile

while the eyes are aimed toward the horizon.

unmanageable who can be everything and anything,

who no limits

and sweeps his mind.

The past is baggage,

that you can not leave

in suitcases to explode at some station.

not stop.

The wind continues to blow,

to shake off his sins shall not,

to whistle up questions that have no answers.

can be defined instinct,

but not explain.

How to give up what they do not deny?

Then I put it on the counter and draw a card.