Tonight they left a lot of SMS.
What a mess, everyone wants to go tomorrow in a different place, could not find a cliff that fits all, but ultimately the choice and 'wisely fall on the beautiful Madeleine, mon amour !
mega brainy In Tim's computer it took a lot of bytes, packets and reassembled in a fragmented parcels, have given rise to many outgoing messages from my cell to many other cell.
Of these parcels, one did not want to leave. Maybe 'cause he did not know the way the new destination, or maybe' cause the thumb and the button does not wanted to meet .... mah!
And then the thumb and 'decided, this time separately. And part of the parcel.
not worth anything, this little package, but for a little bit makes my head remains a bit 'in the clouds.
It is not worth anything, but we hang so much of me, and 'a packet that has my form, my clothes and my smell.
not worth anything, and I feel less real than this morning, I woke up in the metropolitan sidewalks made of aliens.
Then came a parcel for me, but my thumb tells me to wait. I wash the salad and appearance. Drain the pasta, I open the pesto. Dinner and 'ready. I say to the thumb and 'Now.
Not all incoming packets are in the shape, clothing and the color you'd like, but perhaps this also applies to the output data.
I wonder 'what do you think of Tim the brainy computer?
I'll be back to my salad, and soon his friend Pangasius, I worked hard today but the head and 'light, not heavy.
After all, clouds are soft.
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