The bright place ends up eating time Zygmunt

The bright place ends up eating time count by count no memory of inert objects recorded around 25 play in the universe of error your sacred day those stays never led anywhere along the way wandering spirit Alice's rabbit should have run faster he was a wanderer from the burrows hidden in the forest had a flashlight installed in a miner's helmet he took refuge in the whites of the eyes in the old home of the body in the fetishism of the places they returned and saw them again insatiable like the object below in the series appeared like a ghost dividing the abruptly dark night from the remote control only silence they sensed the seconds they did not know the resentment because only the tyranny of the memory of the present reigned a few seconds too long and everything was erased on more than one occasion they had taken steps towards the doors but always the alarmed space pushed them back they homogenized the forms a uniformity of deconstructed features minimal anti-decorative expression with the passage of time transformed colors emerged attracted by the light transparent like the wings of flies the silence evicted them the doors of silence were they forever opened a web of strangeness Zygmunt count by count no memory of inert objects recorded around 25 play in the universe of error your sacred day those stays never led anywhere along the way wandering spirit Alice's rabbit should have run faster he was a wanderer from the burrows hidden in the forest had a flashlight installed in a miner's helmet he took refuge in the whites of the eyes in the old home of the body in the fetishism of the places they returned and saw them again insatiable like the object below in the series appeared like a ghost dividing the abruptly dark night from the remote control only silence they sensed the seconds they did not know the resentment because only the tyranny of the memory of the present reigned a few seconds too long and everything was erased on more than one occasion they had taken steps towards the doors but always the alarmed space pushed them back they homogenized the forms a uniformity of deconstructed features minimal anti-decorative expression with the passage of time transformed colors emerged attracted by the light transparent like the wings of flies the silence evicted them the doors of silence were they forever opened a web of strangeness Zygmunt