Increase In Dead Space Volume, Disorders

The short, cold coffee, your back, half-open windows and dust under the bed. The screams that reverberate in the street, dirty curtains, covered ashtray, medium vessels end. The yellow leaves of the books, the second, pillows, oblivion. Oblivion and nostalgia that resound in the house and the screams coming from the street. Promiscuity, innocence, desire, loneliness, attention. The dust that mixes with the absence denoting seconds and the curtains that hide the view corridor and the silent corner of the house. The melody that echoes the footsteps that echo the voices of the books that resound. Names such as eddies, rocks, pencils, blindfolded and hands (the sublime). Records, coins, white walls, tables sloppy, sex, breathing Baldoz inertia. The carpet, crumbs, comb, leaks, and the last-ever first-of all kisses. Sheets, your hair as a sham, and ashes. Both
world it purports to get in and out of oblivion as currency, and without permission.