Washing Out the Stains.

Washing out the stains,he deceived me into believing that. A story that stirs the imagination,iam constrained to leave. He was subject to periods of euphoria and dreadful depression. Do you call this monstrosity a work of art? I made sure he was telling the truth. He addressed himself to the task of promoting detente. He can be very mean in his spite,reduce me to silence. Honorouble mention happen to meet reputation,i said as idealism was wounded in the right side. Drive me to drink,iam tired,double bass sounded strange. You must rest for a while,as my conscience dictates. I will get up a dramatic performance,an orgiastic night. Duality,schizophrenia or simply a disagreement? Me or him,splitting in two,something unique.