Sunday, December 7, 2008 20:35
My soul (or what there is of it) is going on holiday to a little tavern unknown to mankind. For whatever duration it takes for it to become fierce(r) and become unscathed and for it to learn to do that independently.
So for however long it takes, you don't want to talk to me. Unless you know I want to talk to you.
xx
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