soap powder

In the lake behind the sun to draw on a piece of board. Wind from the distant roar down the top of the hill, crossed the road on both sides of the plane's lush canopy. A cluster of small grass and paper napkin into a corporation have dry feet along the gutter rolling forward.
Hot weather. Some inexplicable habits and the growth of mold together. As the beginning of squirrel hoarding as food, came back from the supermarket bag Gugunangnang. Most of the junk food, a cupboard full of food and could not finish watching their decomposed metamorphic expired. Throw away and buy. In this way a vicious circle. Examination of the beginning of the first two days of hot weather, I took advantage and finished eating the occasional patient to wash the night before full of sweat pajamas. Cold running water. Disheartened people of the creamy soap powder. Listen to Bach's unaccompanied violin, repeatedly put Chaconne dance. Even those who turn the tide of the chords played, as if to face a tragic fact of the same. Life is pain. .......