But they are all me...
It has been a short time since i have talked to anyone alive.
I am a performance.
At last, something clicks like tumblers in a safe we are trying to crack. Not for the stupid money inside. Nor the bankers drafts. But for the secret codes. Or maybe the jewels...
(... .......)
I await your presence.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
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