January 2011
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My favourite authors
Phillip K.Dick
William S. Burroughs
H.P Lovecraft
Don’t judge me, I’m not so weird … well, ok, just a little
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fuck! again?
I hugged a sweet girl I don’t even know. We barely knew each other but it was like years, like we already know everything about each other. She was attractive, blonde, Anna or something. I could totally die in her arms. That was on the grass, under the ethereal sun of dreams. That was in my dreams.
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White dream
I was in a house I knew (but not irl). There were some people (but I can’t picture them). I am in a room and (don’t know why) I have to leave. In the corridor I heard sounds from the opposite room (it seems to be student residence or something). The door was not completely closed and I quietly open it. This room was little but cozy, sunny and entirely white and empty (something pure)....
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I dreamt of a sunbathing tattooed girl named Eleta, but she rather looked like Gogo. She was lying in the grass, on the belly, with other girls, and was half asleep. I kissed her on the cheek then she smiled at me. I love this kind of dream.
Grant Hart
I didn’t realize how old he is now
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