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Friday, September 28, 2007

The same as always your path takes

not ask more for my

Nobody knows anything about anything

're not worried

I have a good time

Back to me, finally my nature

nature

blood through the rock

through these words

fast, furious calculated

tedious and messy,

falling into chaos sitematico

in the inextricable tangle of feelings

of experiences, gait,

road routes, the only thing

needed was to open the eyes

see clearly and hear

manu "Je ne t'aime plus Mon amour Je ne t'aime plus Tous les jours"

["She used my head like a revolver

and burned my conscience with his demons

I was running late, late for everything

brain after a bath

and Staba ready to be loved

Time passes and now I think

vacuum is a normal place

she used my head like a gun "]