There is some yellow paper here and it smells. It smells of white chocolate, dark chocolate, air-conditioned rooms, libraries on winter evenings and sometimes of the old printing press.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Photo saga tears
Pha! you saw new photos! So what? He never was with you and never really belonged to you. You still, like a fool did all and was in some trance. Believe it! Today! It is urgent! Faith is shit and hopeless pleasantries are useless. Cry and get him out! Don't feel inferior. You are ugly, fat, loud, wanting and subservient in belief. Rise up in your own eyes and forget him! Please! Its a hangover of life, squeeze as much lemon fast...
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