This is nothing but a prose that shows a million faces, or just some kind of excursus that was written for a botched purpose. My thought was like an aphrodisiac, brought me to such reckless mind condition, which knows no limits and amnesiac, still shows no signs of disparaissent.
But Fk it, maybe I should switch my mode, and find something that can really brick an unprecendented ode with solidarity and stronghold.
22.10.16
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