This November has on weekends more stupidly brilliant since the name "November" was the title of the month. I
best friends and cake and buildings and stockings movies and colors and lights and songs and secrets calls and Finnish design and sneak into places and cold outside and hot inside and underground and imitations of Gloria Fuertes and photographs and mourn for laughter and walking at night and books and new rooms and my pulse goes very quickly.
Nat Yesterday I went to the movies and saw the last movie of Terry Gilliam. I cried because Heath Ledger is dead, you know. But maybe it is a hoax. I came out a stuffed cardboard on the sidewalk, behind a tree, and was convinced she would speak to me. The bra was going to catch mezo and tell some truth. Then a dog was pulled to our feet to prevent the passage. We did not know what he was doing. What the hell was he doing? The owner began to strangle him with the belt because he was peeing. Dogs pee. Nat asks "coincidence or causality?" and I say I guess that depends on the amount of water you have drunk before.
continue up the hill to a place of exchange that Nat knows.
Lovely, lovely.
orange cake and chocolate cake, stools and sofas and English together. After a while coming Dani and patio doors Wonderland and Post Free. We talked about when he made the gap noble Joseph Bonaparte on the Paseo del Prado and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Y m
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