Eu com minha nova mania de foto de planta.
Sometimes you will cry. Doesnt matter how much you try to ignore, postpone, forget. In this world there is a little-less-than-milimeters space for your tears, which are the oil that lubricates and keeps this engine working just so damn perfectly well. A reason why it's so necessary to still let the machine go full speed to obvious destruction is, yet, unknown for the class of people where I and those who I have had the pleasure of meeting are. The place where this is leading us remains uncertain and catastrophic.
So, when you inevitably start crying (and you will, doesnt matter what gender), I really hope that there is someone who is willing to spoil you and make you feel at least for one week that the world isn't so downpressing as it really is.
Meanwhile, I continue watching happily my life being fucked from behind, thank you.
On August 15 2008
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