MAN AND HIS PROBLEMS

A report to investigator Salathar:

A piece of candy appeared in my imagination, it appeared in a picture, and it was drawn and drawn from the shape of the flowers in the garden that he used to arrange and say that boring things bring happiness to the soul at an old age. He seemed very wise.

Far from exoticism, I was trying not to open up the issue of his being close to the crime, so I sat and told him:

The most simple possibility is that I am imprisoned in a symbol, a symbol that takes my memory back and makes me now in the present moment. in my back school years which is old She was wearing a fashion wig Not that you wear a wig Makes you idiot No It's prestigious for a miss to bother reading my cup,Then she hosts me like i'm the man of the hour i was watching her moving her wage i would like that to describe was wearing a fashion wig Not that you wear a wig Makes you idiot No It's prestigious for a miss to bother reading my eyes also Then she hosts me like i'm the man of the hour she was very tired at that day to look fashionable to appear that she isn't dead yet then she went to read my cup.

after that we pretend the house was getting down or melting or not on earth anymore but i said oh you mean we live under volcano".

he laughed a lot like died from it He didn't seem to know this is just a true story of me, and his smile and his entire grin, his smile the most childish of all because of him, was his mind bothering me.

I give you my regards, accept it,

Albert