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Jan 20, 2004 18:45

Execrable fragrance put me out of the state of dreams & locate me back to reality. An odor diffuses out of the wardrobe that is in front of me. So I slowly uncover myself & walk to the wardrobe with resistance. My hands dig so long, until they reach flinty familiar material, but now without skin. Oh here they are, forgotten but not forgiven; never ( Read more... )

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jackcontratodos January 24 2004, 08:13:53 UTC
you make me think about some strange things, little girl...

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bourjois January 24 2004, 11:17:49 UTC
like what?

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jackcontratodos January 24 2004, 18:12:31 UTC
like the youth fatalism, being young,love and death.
like the big need to fall.

once i sent you an e-mail asking about your world. your answer was pure ice.

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bourjois January 25 2004, 03:37:00 UTC
oh really, i must be as cold as ice if i want to survive

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jackcontratodos January 24 2004, 18:14:18 UTC
well, you also make me think about another kind of stuff.
roar...

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bourjois January 25 2004, 03:37:58 UTC
same here

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jackcontratodos January 26 2004, 09:57:48 UTC
hey, gorgeous... can i meet you wherever you are?

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bourjois January 26 2004, 12:03:54 UTC
where are you ?

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jackcontratodos January 26 2004, 12:38:10 UTC
i'm just behind you.

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bourjois January 26 2004, 23:10:25 UTC
no way,
catch me if you can

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