Hi guys.What's up!Today I've not come with another series but this is a normal story.And specially let me tell you that it is collected.

Let's get this started...

If the night falls asleep, then the sound of the night falls asleep, wishing to know. How many nights have been awakened, I saw the moon sitting beside the window and never seen silence. The words sound like a big beetle in my brain, all night. The whole night rises in the thought-of-the-mind-bait, the beetle of insects rages like a frightened childhood.

She could not hear her voice before going to sleep for a long time. My hearing sounded dusty. The scarf rust is here. The garbage got up. By the sound of the night, the dung beetle had settled on all the hawks long ago. The civilization of cowboy is spreading as much as I am going to sleep at night. I can sleep in my eyes, but the heart is awake, I can hear the beetle talk. A furrowed beetle is telling a wormwood,

"Oh, that's heaven! The brain filled the brain, we were able to build houses and houses. "

"This is not a spoilage friend, its name is pain!"

"Trouble? What is the trouble? "

"Trouble is a kind of tension in the brain. One kind ... one thing! It can not be defined. "

"Why so much trouble here?"

"Because of the brain, he's thinking of a girl now. She wants to talk to the girl, she wants to hear the voice of the girl. But there is no way. The girl is sleeping now. "

"What is the girl doing?"

"The girl is a kind of creature. The gentleman is the tribe of the tribe, the girl is the opposite of its tribe. The same brain has both. But the body is different, the brain tension is different. The matter is a bit complicated. "

"Why do not we have a girl? I want to talk to a girl about hearing about you. "

"That is not possible. There is no difference between our daughters and boys. There may be a true goose bite. We do not have. "

'Why not?'

"Because we are the puppies of imagination. You-me-all the beetles are the imagination of the gentleman. "

"You mean to say that I am talking to you, that is also not true, is this great big brain?"

"Yes, really. We have been created through some harmful tension of the brain. Our job is to disturb it ... "

I do not want to stay away from all these conversations, and I can not. It seems that my thoughts are controlling me. I have no power in the administrative work of the brain where there is trouble.

Cowboy screams increased. My body has fallen asleep, but the heart is awful! Am i sleeping Woke up alive? I am in dream? I'm in reality?

Who knows!

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