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OK, diamo inizio a questa storia: sono a casa col mio amico schizofrenico, è giorno ed il coniglio si è rintanato dietro il divano. "Non credere che sarà facile." Lo ... read more -
them towards me, "Please come with me." "Only if I get to be the princess." "You will be more than that," I promised. And I meant it. read more -
Dimanche 9 janvier 2011. Je viens de relire le billet précédent. Il est daté du 26 décembre, et aucune allusion n'est faite à propos du jour de Noël. C'en est ... read more -
I walked in, feeling the cold bathroom tiled floor attack my feet. Seriously, I should tell my parents to get this carpeted - but then it would all get wet, ... read more -
It was as if she were disappearing before my eyes, sinking backwards into the seat with each passing moment of silence. She didn't get her license until after we married ... read more -
The roles of society are ever changing. Females are growing stronger by the day becoming more and more independent. Men are gravitating towards the kitchen and taking up the role ... read more -
So, not really sure what to write. I guess I could finally start writing that short story that I always wanted to write. Here goes. In the dead of night, ... read more -
I wish I had a name like Mars. She gave me some teddy grahams the other day at work (Yes, Mars is really a person I know). It was a ... read more -
The yellow cinderblock was nauseating. I left and never, ever went back. "Doc Martin's are made in China." That was the first thing you had ever said to me. As ... read more -
Saturday Still coughing. I'm sorry, lungs. We do it for the sake of art! Artists have shitty lungs! Heroin is passe, right? Suck it up. Hookah tonight with Saadia. We ... read more
