| Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash. |

| Don't expect this to be the kind of story that goes: and then, and then, and then. What happens here will have more of that fashion magazine feel, a Vogue or Glamour magazine chaos with page numbers on every second or fifth or third page. Perfume cards falling out, and full-page naked women coming out of nowhere to sell you make-up. Don't look for a contents page, buried magazine-style twenty pages back from the front. Don't expect to find anything right off. There isn't a real pattern to anything, either. Stories will start and then, three paragraphs later: Jump to page whatever. Then, jump back. Just remember, the same spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the page jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. |
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And so, the L i o n fell in LOVE with the L a m b.
Quel disegno è proprio fantastico *-*
(e in quel momento ero troppo pigra per commentare XD quindi te l'ho solo favvato XD)
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And so, the L i o n fell in LOVE with the L a m b.
per fortuna non appartieni alla categoria XD
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Life is good, skateboarding is better...
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lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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