líneas de días sinceros en el Transvarious de la literatura grassiana
7.7.11
(Drought Conditions) [microstory]
I've been up a while, watching the west wing, thinking, asking myself what am I supposed to be or do. Dunno if I'll go to Wolfenbüttel today or not. When I feel lost or disfunctional my only comfort are these words: "At least I am mine"
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