... I was not a little ... Only moments .... but I came back, he came to fall ... not even I could see it coming, suddenly appeared one day and it was a Friday which came after a sunny Thursday ... and on Friday it was Saturday and it was then that white guy terrified me in broad daylight ...
had white skin, white hair and white trousers stained with blood ... and showed aggression as an advanced tram doors closed on every bus stop right in front of his nose. The white man versus white on frightened me cruelly.
Worst Such are the white days, he beats them ... better than mediocre blandness whiteness is a terrible slob, gloomy gray, cimnosc frightening, and even the rain and gale too ... because they are in themselves some definite concrete ... and the vagueness is that if nothing was ...
That day is not protected the me before it even my zaslono-red curtains, which are inherently antybiale ... are like two guards protects me from the whiteness ... May the task of scattering of white light and it is not geared to my room ... and on that day Whiteness was so intrusive and strong with them ... even defeated. Not to mention me because I was defeated, even without joining the fight ...
