To love a specific place…history….day….or even a dress only because it was apart of a beautiful memory crossed our souls….
Black letter rhetoric
His erotic relation with an actress once made drastic change, and according to her feminist right she remains silence, or, she may not said anything, either said such thing like nobody never heard of in the entire life, nor such words “The providence’s divinity” as if, nobody in that dining of breakfast table so forth were not allowed critics whose fond of finding facts stood in front of buffet’s line aimed at the smoked ham as if they have never found such thing in their entire lives, most of, all our entire audiences amongst some of our paid attendances for such expenses as flowers for the actresses, nevertheless, they appalled loudly and shouting
Hysterically or laughing hoarsely, the enactment of laws that enable merchant to jack up their prices from the sense of the unrealistic passion. When the smoke going down from the horizon of the palace and through the street of Buri-rum as a passage from Raja by all means without destination what’s a pity…ever wonder why? Through the invention of time, the lovely part of Panom-rung castle the district they have checking in …….dancing around.
Just about the shame still plowing the street down all the rest of the Khmer’s tombs and the shrines of Maha Shiva redden as sun set hide away leave nothing but the distinction of darkness, the nocturnal amphibian mammals coming from the west to join with the rest “Why they’re so happy?” Those people on the street as if the traffic lights were on green they’re crossing the intersection in the swirled manner with cheerful spirits of ignorant vandalism approached every where like the volcano’s lava. It was high tidal wave rushed through a narrow channel where these lava abrupt freely then flowed along one after another. Oh my God.
