Last night,
No it was near dawn already
My dream was about getting lost
I hated it so much
I knew the place
How could I even get lost?
Without money and cell phone
It was pointless
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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Troubled and disturbed thoughts goes best through a sublimation process I call (as we all know) blogging.
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