Dark clouds on yellow, northeasterly earnest. South from the village also, the new and brothers do not. Tears still wet from the lapel, back masi as ever. Want to go sit in a room, no more than overcast months. Eliminate possible fire nights are long, old Muyu condensation. Lonely Man ashes, blowing snow on the stage. Cold and gray paint on the snow, Candeng mInfo out. Gray death like my heart, white as me. Encountered are so instant, absolutely worthy of worry. Read back into Oblivion, turn worry for Zen. Heart washing his life, is to _set_ up tonight.