Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Red Forehead With Headaches
thirty-three adnairsilence @ 2008-09-18T16: 45:00
; ; "The spirit flourishes on the ruins of life" E. Cioran
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Beds On Hire Purchase
adnairsilence @ 2008-07-22T13: 29:00
There's nothing to say. Everything is too short, incomprehensible and vulgar in this society of people educated and erudite.
So I only have the little things in my little world within.
Yesterday was the birthday of my mother. He received a bouquet roses for sixty to sixty years old. The poor could not get through the garden into the house, with the weight of the basket full of flowers on her arms. I would have liked to see the excitement in their hard eyes and cuddly.
There's nothing to say. Everything is too short, incomprehensible and vulgar in this society of people educated and erudite.
So I only have the little things in my little world within.
Yesterday was the birthday of my mother. He received a bouquet roses for sixty to sixty years old. The poor could not get through the garden into the house, with the weight of the basket full of flowers on her arms. I would have liked to see the excitement in their hard eyes and cuddly.
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