2013-08-29
2013-08-21
I was this strange strange kind of... prison, but anywho, I began to sing. I discovered I was a tree. Thus I start to sing free. Free like a bird that lives in tree. Thus I found a horse. A tree horse... with a true horse white a big ass... (smile).... and then you know punta punta punta punta. Boring boring, boring boring, boring, crystal, are you ok? ... and there is an old man, sitting to the next door, waiting for some dialog and he says, "and this is difficult, I wish life was like before." The cigarette is finishing.
2013-08-02
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