“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
teisipäev, november 24
'cause none of us were angels.
.. Sest nii on. Tahaks täiega midagi teravat ka öelda, aga lähen kergemat teed pidi ja olen vait vahelduse mõttes. Kes teab, see teab.
Veskid peavad töötama, kui insaid-naljadesse minna.
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