0x800ccc6f Outlook 554 Sorry

the pleasant hum of dynamos has turned into an annoying whine, I rage through the night, the red traffic light, a car passes me. the police will drive past, once, twice. I'm not, not at home, no place where I feel comfortable. sitting alone in my chaos, white not where I use the to clean up start, do not know where the front is where the rear. dreaming too much, like, "What sweet, something that sparkles, which melts on the tongue.
dawn, dusk, the sun rises.