fleurlupin @ 2008-01-09T23: 05:00
a jumble of thoughts that sometimes are released . another becomes a mess and do little space, just get noticed. and sometimes it takes nothing more than a word or a gesture to surface with the remains of moss in the past. some me rhythmically torment. but vanish when there are new things. life is strange, very strange.
ah, and I have this rage pucmático I do not get the courses they want.
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