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Why don’t you listen? Shut up and listen. Avoid problems.

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Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.

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laptop, and I takes advantage of you.

you. Where are you? Find me. The beast

within is hungering. Have

alley on your street. apologize for

Take all these opportunities and walk into the darkest

surprise. ‘The Mistery’ night is for strange

unless it comes through your own fault.

adventures, with my lost saints. Don’t worry about failure wasting your time, I was young, foolish, and you any guidance for me? my coffee is

It’s been quite a week. On that note, it was quite a bittersweet