novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jean-Paul Sartre
Love is not stomping life to bits. Boot boy miscalculated, distracted by my plumage. Shitty bird. Stomp, stomp. All this flattening almost made me forget how wonderful life can be. I'm having strange health problems, but I'm still damn happy to embrace the curvature of life. I need to show it more respect. Excuse me, pardon me. Abandon moi. Let go of the lost cause. Find your inner child, get her off that donkey-infested island eat me drink me life is the fairy tale. I'm a little bit rusty at my storytelling hinges, but I'll settle into myself soon, maybe, if I find what I'm looking for, and you'll be getting more than the gist. 10:04 pm - 11.15.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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