to move, to sing, to feel, to rock, to trip, to think, to fly, to loose it and never find it again…
Sometimes I’m amazed at the shit the spills out of my mouth.
Sometimes I’m fascinated by the nonsenses that fly out of me.
Sometimes I’m hypnotized by the silly smell of pure bs.
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Dezembro, 21, 2007 às 3:21 pm |
tenho duas palavras para ti: vaide férias!