domingo, maio 19, 2002

I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners ; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

.: Clara Averbuck :. 9:11 PM

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