I reach into his pocket when they are empty. The eternal dance of the people here probably never find no sense ...
In three years I see myself in tweedzie with leather patches on the elbows, pedalsko imposed scarf and wayfarerach. Even though no longer rebel. Parallel dying, from the opposition, the struggle through to acceptance. Left behind so many hopes, desires and ideas. The music is just background, and people are just levels of life. Sometimes it comes back to me the idea of \u200b\u200breleasing it all over again. Discreet charm in hopes of discovering backmaskingu hints and clues hidden in the paths. But you know ... Only time and more nieśmielej with the rest. I hope
"flowers of evil." Read: I was drinking again.
I hope all traces of lipstick on the cigarettes, scuffed sneakers and knee, talks ideals. I spoke today by phone with a friend and the phone cord wrapped nervously around the finger. My Friends walk facing the sun. None of them has lost meaning. They focused ... I do not.
The Replacements - [Advantureland # 13] Unsatisfied
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