Death of my body
20-10-2007 14:12
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Death of my body or traces on me....
" I do not become morning,
in fact I have seen coast.
With the empty ships,
that instead of masts with crosses...
Are dear back is not present.... Are dear back is not present..... Are dear back is not present.... I
t is not a pity that can sing how to me it is easy....
My body that became rotten stuff..... "
The fifth day a hang-over, terribly hurts a head, , pulls out at each corner * I know disgustingly * has made to itself dred, has pierced a lip...... Has bought a new guitar,))) yes... I happy... But with ancestors all is equal dung....... fuck, I in a full ass.... Who be, take away me....
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Falling_UPwards
03-11-2007-11:53
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hmmm,in english it will be seven paca?=)nice,what guitar?pierced with what?what colour of dred?i wanna to know everything...It's almost strange fact...even for myself:P
Hmmmm.... You will know much, you will soon grow old =P and, so....... hmmmmmm.......... No, all not how would be desirable))
Falling_UPwards
12-12-2007-20:51
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It's quite unfair!)Anyway...:P
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