lectoraviva @ 2011-02-20T13: 43:00
my life feel dirty, full of fish bones and scales. leather sofas sleep with the noise of the smiths played on a Mac, fellow Germans who tried to tiptoe cushion your steps so as not to wake the intruder cats that fit into the recesses of my body, people's lives much more interesting than mine, hundreds pictures with my face that probably will not see ever. I'm tired of living like a vagabond sentimental, I need someone wants to settle in me.
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