The Sourcer of Tomorrow?

Babilonia, year 0002 Are a living way of life and the reason why they´re hiding from the lier by covering his face through the true light real Mobil on; of the dirty off smell in the air of travel through the deeper clouds meanwhile am I wake up on this radio morning like the tasted of sweet but bitter coffee, I open my eyes wide of wipe of ridiculous tension?-between of me and surrender monstrous are whisper? whisper like the knife of the night are cover with file and fears;.-So, so? I open my mouth in a sigh of loss the time in space and boring or course I have to stand up from the bed like I was the lazy one around here? a such wasted of time to go on and study ?, mm, uhh is like I am thinking it on how to get away of nowhere to leave the Village so sad to lose? sometimes to win just in case it is when is necessary the big situation of rescued the heavy charge in your shoulders so so the way I look into you? into the wind, I open the c***k of the window of the spring and the coldness when ist caught you within the bow and the arrow,-so I take an approach to prove myself that really is gone? when it touches your heart and the aches are misunderstood thought the air claim yourself in that inner way and the wings flood and float me a while I check the wind of the roof in my own room and soo also I stay up a little moment just to choke in my own feelings like waiting in the middle of the wave just too criticized me and mention my fallen as my father always done during my whole life?.-so I wake up by opening my eye and see my body so skinny and so tiny walking out and the sheds in my bed are in the flood I put it back there I enter into the bathroom take out my clothes and open the shower? Pythagoras Have only one wife and one friend.