I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Rabu, 08 Juni 2011

[shame]




OOH, SHIIT!!
IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!
FALLEN DOWN ABSTRACTLY!
MY EYES MUST BE BLINDED!!
STAB!! STAB!! STAB!!



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