I don’t care, I don’t care. Why should I care? Early morning, this day, I hunted a bear, while I was longing for a deer …why don’t I dare? It’s fear! And, it’s not fair. It’s an enigma attached to a dilemma rapped into a riddle, in a misty sphere. I was hunting a meaning of a life on my lifeboat journey satire, but in a way I have been hunted by a blare slier! Can you dare; to be that rare? This could be in a way or another a time appropriate to spend a time suitable to spear. In an early afternoon, I entered with a spear to a shop they sell things with zero price and negative charges from a non-scenes sensation I can’t , it’s not fair to be less care less scare, but it is a pear on my hand, and the other hand on the wheel that was steered on the scarce street, into nowhere, my eyes continue to stair on the clicking clock with nothing of time to spare.
نتائج بعض العبث بالكلمات مع أنس، بدءاً من نوفمبر 2016 وحتى يوليو 2017