There's nothing i suffer the most (that i could desire even more) than these chords you make (unsolved and undigested) that keep swirling around my guts and leave this uncanny taste under my tongue. These i must crave for I am infected, hooked on your wicked harmony of shadows and bitterness...
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Uncanny! Pretty, pretty!
(Im braindead tonite... lo siento!)
Randomness:
Me compré un libro bien bonito desos de "lecturas universitarias, antologías" de Textos de Lengua y Literatura... trae cosas bien chistosas... ah valió mis 10 pesos. :P
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