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i choose not to choose life, i choose something else and the reasons? there are no reasons. who needs reasons? not me,not myself, not even if i get drunk and cause people think it's all about misery and desperation and all that shite which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. after all we're not stupid. at least we're not that fucking stupid.......
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esta foto me recuerda de pequeno cuendo vivia en cuernavaca , una de esas trades de verano que llovia como si fuera el fin del mundo. aun asi me gustaba salir y treparme a los arboles, recojer ciruelas...
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