Dead or

The idea of an oblique
Stagnation in the late autumn
Dangdang when I used the knife to pull it out
And
He would spread to my head pencil
I am trying to break
I feel it is split towards two polar
Stretch fracture in the throat
Skin rashes of the pencil shavings curl up in some hideous
To draw into a full stop
I overestimated it brings my lines
I rubbed his toes to grind it into a blank wipe
The lack of a small finger nail covers
Do not all-pervasive
Greed allows you to skin covered with brown spots
This should not suffocate the air to dry your face
Off Castle Peak beard covered with litter will bear fruit
Will freezing slag
I bite through this package
The warning will prompt you afloat shoes have dirt
I laughed at him grow into a baldhead

Festival

Your acne pain
Constantly shedding hair
Giggle sound teeth
Zygomatic collapse in the spread of the black eye
Nail color cover retreat
The spine into a 360-degree bow like a reptiles
Has been for a loss of vitality and sensibility into the expansion of state
This state it is difficult to draw a Boundary
I want my forehead cold paste in your tip on the nose
Death
The Lark in the fields to take off
In the coffin over the morning singing song
Break into the coffin on
Mouth with a straw mat
Mats like to tear up
Tomb stones too heavy
Suffering are profound
More helpless
No more changes
She put a knife into his shoulder
Walked
Walked

Stagnate

A devout baldhead

Especially when drought limits eager black glass on the evening to see you naked skin cracked

This is not what I want to express the I have deep

Glass with my distance

You move sluggishly in the midst of mist

But the cold has penetrated

I can not keep staring you

Acid brought about by the nose and spread to the eyelid Shibuya

Edgeworthia do not disappear in the branches

I would be grateful if I take away

And weak blood