"We always wanted to see what others saw, I observe from other realities, and sometimes I cringe ..."
say that each of us is a part of what gave birth to the universe, that is, us and the stars have things together, and I do not miss the comparison between nootros and stars. These stars have proper light, which feeds on the energy consumed to reach the sunset and become a wide range of other identities.
A individio also has its own light, which is very abstract in its interior. View it would be impossible, perhaps touching probable, but the easiest way to get there is through the dream world. Vary in intensity depending on the individual, one can be a white dwarf and a super red giant mass, but are little stars at the end, relatives of bigger ones which are immersed in a sea of \u200b\u200bgravity and matter dark.
cosmic entity
A individio also has its own light, which is very abstract in its interior. View it would be impossible, perhaps touching probable, but the easiest way to get there is through the dream world. Vary in intensity depending on the individual, one can be a white dwarf and a super red giant mass, but are little stars at the end, relatives of bigger ones which are immersed in a sea of \u200b\u200bgravity and matter dark.
cosmic entity
Like any collector of stars, this guy brings several examples drawn from his memories. The Guardian, sees them, open them, extract their organs, etc. If you find any interesting it becomes too much to see and account on his blog.
Our memories are like an endless gallery of fracture, each with a moment or person inside, some are full of dust, others are always open. But one thing is certain, there will always be there for something.
"I have little people, big, fat, thin, beautiful and other horrors, some were examined more often, and others cause me some pleasure every time you play, are the memories, part of the essence I could extract from these people or special moments, little sparks of energy extracted from its core and which I keep in my box of pandora ... "
Our memories are like an endless gallery of fracture, each with a moment or person inside, some are full of dust, others are always open. But one thing is certain, there will always be there for something.
"I have little people, big, fat, thin, beautiful and other horrors, some were examined more often, and others cause me some pleasure every time you play, are the memories, part of the essence I could extract from these people or special moments, little sparks of energy extracted from its core and which I keep in my box of pandora ... "
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