[I feel thin... sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return.
In fact I mean not to.]
28 junho 2004
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Drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested*
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