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jesus cries!

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Posted by ·õ3· * " on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:25:00 PST

Pacific...

Sitting by the Sea I sit by the seaAnd let the waves talk to meWith stories of days gone byAbout seafarers of old and sailors so boldAnd frigate birds high in the sky. The lapping of the wav...
Posted by ·õ3· * " on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 06:09:00 PST

Kogato udari i 12tiq chas!

Kogato slynceto poeme svoia pyt na zapadi stypi v svoite vladeniia noshtta!Na shiroko e hora obuvki trakat,zabyrzano kym sigurnostta ... na doma!Otdavna veche niama sluchaini minuvachi,ot vytre vseki ...
Posted by ·õ3· * " on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:13:00 PST

Thomas Eliot-the waste land

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow  Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun be...
Posted by ·õ3· * " on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 11:32:00 PST