Tenía una cucaracha en mi coche. ¡Que imposible! Él no era mi amigo. Él intentó beber mi café. Pero lo rompí con una botella del agua. Es muerta ahora. Hola mi pequeña cucaracha muerta. Mujajajaja.
Posts on ‘September 23rd, 2003’
for an instant, time stood still
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I used to think that time stood still. Of course, I knew it moved. The sky would get darker every night, and lighten again each morning. But I stayed the same. My bones didn't get tired. I didn't gain any weight. Nothing decayed. Nothing broke down into smaller, simpler versions of itself. From my viewpoint, [...]
