We still don't talk about Bruno....

And! It was our birthday! (It was my birthday!) We were ending and there were many clouds in the sky! (All clouds allowed in the sky!) Bruno leaves the room with an obedient frown. (SUNSHINE!) I telling this story or are you?! (Not sorry, mi fea please stop!!) Bruno writes "It looks line sun!" (Why didn't he tell us?!) In doing so he dries my heart! (Abuelo put away the umbrellas!) Divorced in a sunny day! (What a terrible night and also) WE TALK ABOUT BRUNO YES YES YES YES! WE TALK ABOUT BRUNO!

Bye! Shrunk to die in courage of Bruno screaming or coming back up, I can never hear him always talking and speaking up. I disassociate him with the sight of rising water (flow flow flow). It's a light put down with a punishment so prideful, never left Abuelo and the friends getting up, letting go with memories they could understand. Do you not understand?

TWELVE INCH FRAME! FISH ON HIS CHEST! WHEN YOU CALL HIS NAME IT ALL FADES TO WHITE! YEAH, HE HEARS YOUR REALITIES, VOMITS ON YOUR WHISPERS! BYEEEEE! WE TALK ABOUT BRUNO YES YES YES! WE TALK ABOUT BRUNO!

He told me my rat would live. Yesterday... ALIVE!

He told me I'd shrink an ab, and like he didn't say!

He said that I'd grow a lot of hair, don't look at my feet!

YOUR PAST IS OPENED WHEN YOUR MEMORIES ARE WRITTEN!