The day of my life has 26 hours. The day of my life never ends. If you feel hungry, Ill be ready for dinner. We have 11 more hours. Wish we had 11 centuries.
September 9, 2008
tomorror never comes (09-09, 19:49)
I call for both.Love and madness. It feels like ages since your lips touched my skin.We are out for dinner now.In three hours we will go back to the hotel to make love the whole night.
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September 9, 2008
love, or madness? (09-09, 18:06)
This morning, they were playing our song we aint got, in a store. Almost Lover. Sound quality was lousy, just how I felt.
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Tags: almost lover, dream, love, madness, making love, park, song, world
September 9, 2008
the muted posthorn
I can feel the fever cutting ailes through my aching body, leaving burning traces on my nerves, in my brain. Everything is cottonwool, I feel like a muted posthorn. This time, it is not Esme alone. This time, it is also germs.
The only feelings that reach my core are pain. Thumping hammers in my forehead. [...]
September 9, 2008
how many days? (09-09, 00:02)
Another day without you.One out of how many?Thousands?How many days compose a person’s life.
