“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.”
laupäev, detsember 5
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Kas tuleb tuttav ette, et vahel me keskendume oma itsy-bitsy tiny probleemidele (või nende puudumisele) ja unustame elus selle kõige tähtsama? Elu enese. Tuim.
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