random ramblings of a fool who pretends to have something fundamental to say about the human condition but can only come up so utterly and miserably meaningless words that he should ask himself if it is worth the trouble
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
the world is my oyster and i drift from one part of the world to another leaving a piece of me behind each time friends lovers cats memories until nothing is left one day to settle somewhere i call home
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