So the stars could be grey painted of green
so the history's whore could stick with me at the geography's fields
whatever thing you live
whatever thing make you rain
maybe in the day made of waves
like red point in the wall like blood in the wars
do you change the skin with the mint?
do you change what have you found with the certains of the ground?
Playing like children in the heaven of fear
sailing in the tear in the hell of heaven
for killing the words of the world
for breaking his tongue with yours
have you ever had doubts about the light?
have you ever had doubts about the lines?
try to check the point try to use my drugs
now how do you feel?
now how do you fall?
I am a line I am ink blue
I am a mass of points
ATTENZIONE QUESTO BLOG HA CONTRATTO LA MENINGITE...
SE SIETE PERSONE SOGGETTE A FACILI TURBAMENTI TUTELATEVI NON LEGGETE..
SE SIETE PERSONE SOGGETTE A FACILI TURBAMENTI TUTELATEVI NON LEGGETE..

22 luglio 2008
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chissà se ti ricordi di me, avevo un blog che si chiamava excellentchoice e sono tornata online, con un'altra pagina però
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