blow harder damn it!
for some reason when it's windy, i feel restless. i spend more time staring out the window at the bending trees than working at my computer like a good little drone should.
mix that with incubus and nothing is getting done
In these random impression, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say. -Fernando Pessoa
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