January 2012
December 2011
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atramentum:
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she’d tell it to go to hell, and she’d find a body of water, or a mirror, on which to dwell. So wrap up care in a cobweb and drop it down the well into that world inverted...
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Home alone
1º day: FUCK YEAH, LET’S PARTY!!! 2º day: YEAH, PARTY! 3º day: yay!!! …. 5º day: no cleaning… no doing dishes… feels nice… 6º day: i can even walk in my underwears… … 9º day: hum… 10º day: maybe i could use somebody to talk to….right,…. walls? … 12º day: YOU FUCK IDIOT! WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME, STUPID SONS OF BITCHES...
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