The never-ending whirl of sounds, phrases and images gets more and more blurred with every self-piercing thought. I am beginning to stop understanding the very essence of what the hell is going on in my mind. I put on induistic mantras and unexpectedly felt sick. Useless. Played some jazz and remembered what and who once was, smiling, spilling one
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Как ты, чудесная? Образ забросила?
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Кстати, раз уж ты вернулась из Парижа и прочих городов, может еще и фотографии в ЖЖ поместишь? интересно же.. :)))
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