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        Today is 16.07.2011 and the truth is: almost always will come to my mind an oxymoron:
or antithesis - fragrant shit - this way: or this way: passionately as your maternal "cuckoo"
...
        I'll write this down - for example: she gave me to bite a bit of a grenade:     oh: I
love it.
        And the pronouns are so personal.
        And those flicks: the beginnings of stories    - the beginnings of the most beautiful
melodies in the world - almost not even started - this is beautiful:
        Unsoldier among bees.
        Dreams are not platonic.
        Spontaneous as wings