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too much time to think about random things...isn´t that terrible?
i see myself ...someday....old, alone, insane....lashed down in a hospital...white bed-clothes...cut flowers on my bed table....and a blue box full of calmative aside....
what a nice imagination, when i would be a man....and there are some sexy nurses....but anyways..-_-
we´ll see...
with thoughtful greetings to all,
s. *meow*






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...jeder mensch ist ein schlachtfeld - ohne aussicht auf sieg...
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It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Charles Baudelaire
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*who wants to be normal anyway*
and you´re very welcome! ;D
s. ^y^
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...jeder mensch ist ein schlachtfeld - ohne aussicht auf sieg...
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...jeder mensch ist ein schlachtfeld - ohne aussicht auf sieg...
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