Paper, sand, soil, stone, plastic, electronic circuit and gold
17.8 x 30.5 x 30.5 cm
ITEMS LOCATED: Paper, sand, soil, stone, plastic, electronic circuit and gold
REMARKS: This leftover is dedicated to "Lily", more women, more modern, more sacrifice and eventually more redemption. Because life had decided, had developed in a way where we could be together and it felt
like we should. Muse or Excuse. Beautiful in any country, she had walked up to me and said "Somehow, you don't strike me as the innocent type, you'd think I hadn't met people like you before. I smell you, killing is a way of life". As if. I had never even addressed her. Let's get "tabloid", with the face of an angel, the body of a seductress, the eyes of the devil we can be sure that she'll be around for years to come. O. She had posed nude for a tasteful Marilyn Monroe like spread. She even got to participate in steamy hot sex scene with the secret agent. Neither dress, nor manners fooled her in the least. She got married, divorced
and then dated a tobacco executive. That's when she became eager to show off her softer more mature look. And although you may not recognize her name, she had one of those faces that is almost impossible to forget. At any rate a profound impression. Accordingly the reader assumes full responsibility for the use of the materials contained herein. Why? Why not? Just another unguided forum. Blinders. It's sadness first and then offered relief. How does it feel? We're not children anymore. The Brat is dead. People should get a permit to have children. One day all children realize that all parents are weak, that they should just pull
the trigger. When all they should have said was we won't let any other go, we don't want to lose you just yet, maybe I just give a fuck. Do you really only grow up the day you kill someone?