back sleepy. rainscare rainscar. sleeplessness fulfilled. feeling the cyclic repetition. longish walk, like yest midnight. delirious. record+play. the eyes. the infinity eyes, how could one not have loved them, Neruda? the touch that would have killed spacetime constraints. the convulsions. how big are they.! how study ex-am?! but "why" seems to me be the more important quest-ion. how can one not question the questions we seems to question. thats a terrible trifle too.. dont remember those dreams i might ve seen. but how do you see it? is it a paint? getting closer to sociophobic monomania. might almost possess a digi sell are dslr and a gramophone and and.. all that in a week may be..! look closer..! read all Freud, atleast some an year ago looking forward to feel well.. trifles.. trifles. may be i ve to read.. ruskolnikov still with me..
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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