donderdag 11 augustus 2011

Breath

It's the first thing you think in de morning, and fuck off doesn't count as a thought.

I feel kind of wierd today, unsave you can call it. Paranoid if you don't believe me. There is just something in the air and it's not random stupidness like every day. There is something going on ,a movement.

Have I already told I'm going on a holiday, fun right?
Trust me it is what you call fun.

Love

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