Pull where it doesnt hurt.

You just need to go to school
Your happiness depends of the same result of a neutronical atomic conjuration of simulithical mytchical cyber pixels.
The wind is only one thing upon many that a machine cannot enjoy. Or can it?
Cold hard steel is like afeather on the open sky. Dreams flood the rivers with only a few meadows to count upon.
Gestures fade away with the rusty keys to your open gate.
I wouldnt stick my finger in that gap if i could help myself.
Why do i always question? Why, why, why.
It would just be simpler to look at the keyboard and write away a storm.
Triangles are three, life is three, i can only stand three, three equals three, less than three, 4 – 1 = 3, three times i wake before i fall asleep, three is the magic that makes me sneeze, three are the breaths before i die, three is a stereotype born from 42, three is a cliché that entrances my tongue, three are the birds that fly in the sky.
If only one can be born to enjoy the birth, then two more can enjoy the death of decease.
Ages of work in a futile etempt to reach blue skies, Changes change nothing in the eyes of god.
Who will you be when you become a machine, Who will kiss you when you have no lips.
Why do we die when we hang from a tree, Why do we cry when our noses bleed.

Dont try and calm me, your beauty is majestic.