I often think of themselves, they like sea snails, living in his lonely, vast oceans so that oceans

I often think of themselves, they like sea snails, living in his lonely, vast oceans so that oceans have known species of sea snail sentiments; probably the great gaysby too big ocean, where sea snails known call languishing, but whether or the ocean too great to embrace thousands of different species of sea snail wrong reverse alive in the ocean floor, sometimes, sea snails or think, or is proving to relocate to other waters, but ....... I do not have the courage to distance him for shells too heavy on my back, because I deeply the great gaysby emotional, the great gaysby there Maybe, I will once worn, dead in the ocean floor when you lose, you know the ocean snails were no longer marginal, ocean laments no longer hear sentiments species of sea snail, thought they ran smoothly, while in the ocean, knowing the storm out there, simple life, not the coal is not resentment, in the sandy bottom off, just know the ocean, carrying heavy shells intelligent, just there, waiting ... waiting wait .... then disappointed, the great gaysby sea snails do not cry? Perhaps not, of no more tears, sea snails are, the living, not moving, not coal resentment, not named, not only require, just ... dumb, wither