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and that smell of old, dirty, beutifull stuff, wich all've just passed and left and never said goodbye to rusty windows
he was eurotrippin, and got stuck in some cheap motel, eating mac and meat, feeling the freedom of the world
the time, when we were taking photograph, not just looking at them. when the spring was summer and life was purple
in the departure lounge. ''.. cause she isn't there to hold your hand, she won't be waiting for you when you land.. and the taught of it makes you feel a bit.. ill.
munchen. and the blondblue-eyed girl selling them, beer, and white sausages. hitler
folk music is the first thing on my mind. and in turbo-folk way, usually the worst one.
was cat, before being killed. But, being like that is a good thing. U know. In a way. When ur creative and stuff. Not when ur stalker or paparazzi. Than, its not a good thing.
sometimes, you feel something like that, but it doesent have to be that word thats in question. maybe its just calm, for a second. or the sixty ones