Who was that?

If you weren't for one arm … without one, you'd be one of your legs.

His spirit was unique, but his life was real with his twin. But a few years ago he left in a ruthless manner. So her husband died. I mean, life partner …

This much?

Who knows!

Interior world

Maybe he did. His social life was different. The biological structure was changing. Not only produce and consume; I mean, someone else doesn't matter, but it's useless in his own eyes. Who knows? And alone, his wife died and his soul collapsed.

What is tolerable? Tolerance is good and so. Doesn't society have a phenomenon? No rules? Everything has a limit. Because life is a vicious circle. Human; He is born, grows and dies. Thus, one goes through nothingness and eventually goes to the same absence. He goes, the other comes. One goes and the other comes. And the cycle continues.

The man's been cut off. Both are not horizontal from top to bottom of the equator. Vertical. Her heart was half and we're looking forward. His brain was not half-way, but it wasn't. Both were patched and not working properly. One half of the emotional brain, the other half of the other lobe; I mean, your order fell. You don't have half your heart. The man was waiting. Even if one comes, join two!

Who was that?

came out of his crib. I had a job on the computer at the table. Print and type keyboard keys.

But …

is still in the strange magic of his utopian world! That world sold your mother's mother? Did he say enough? Laws, rules, shooters, traditions, those who say what they say, what they say, moral, ethical sciences,