Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Incomplete thought

Your world seems a bit confused, with hews of unhappiness, sprinkled with moments of intense longing for the object of your unhappiness.
The function of your dysfunction seems to be solitude, a life of random lovers and disposable pleasures

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