think that something should get hurt, and do not feel anything.
Ladies and gentleman, this post with the Klaproth's Vault closes. E 'game in December 2001 under the pressure of an impulse, and just as quickly and close it impulsively seem right when I do not even recognize us. At the beginning was to be a kind of game, the continuation of a speech started with the post on Picchilosa , a mental log out of space and time, where you can tell for the sake of telling. Then with the opening of LiveJournal has become a kind of public diary, maybe it's just how it is for all livejournals, and they came comments, small discussions, the friends list. Then I realized that now speaks of things that could only affect me and the small circle of people who share with me the days off this yellow frame, and there was no point even more that I wrote some things but maybe that was the case who begin to tell you in person. The silence comes from information that knowledge to have (re) found that half of the expression moment to express a certain kind of thinking seems more appropriate.
I will not even try to make a list of people that I have been close this year and a half, is missing here, if someone has already left, and then no.
abort their children as the dreams
I looked in the mirror cry of snow
I saw that I laughed
seen from the back that I was leaving
Hello.
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