The puppet government prepared their substitutes and got out of. Or, a puppet ordered extra noodle and got out of.
Taking my bandage off, here, I disappear.
In this summer, if a shichirin, Japanese movable cooking stove with a rentan, Japanese coal briquettes I have, for me it is easy to give up.
"La persistencia de la memoria" is just a real landscape, "96 Degrees In The Shade", today it is.
Even if I died, it smells from my rotten body though, going back to my home town.