Saturday, January 28, 2006
Reclusive Anxiety
A few words, because there are always too many to be kept boiling in our heads.
Having the impression that life's best moments are passing by unknown is increasingly traumatic for a deranged and unstable sciences student.
The experience of watching a woman undressing is not in any way as exciting as seeing two women fighting in a pit of mud.
My Crash Colours series is over, to my greatest displeasure.
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