More fractured beauty via google translate:
"At the dinner later: I whirlwind emerald lengths. Moster spiller Riesling on the screen, laughing hysterically. The food tastes like nothing. It turns to gray mass in munvalvet, I swallow the large bites, put your hand against your chest...
...The chair tips over and hits the floor where A stands for the overthrow out. Moster release fork against porcelain. Explains palace that his father used to take him to the opera every year. She forgot. We share the rest of the carafe in the old grave silence."
-black ascot
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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