E poi?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
What Does The Inside Of A Vergina
2008? [Updated 3]
Bloc Party - Intimacy.
Coldplay - Viva la vida.
Snow Patrol - A hundred million suns.
Elbow - The seldom seen kid.
Keane - Perfect Symmetry.
The Killers - Day and age.
Death cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs.
The Verve - Forth.
Oasis - Dig out your soul.
The Raveonettes - Lust Lust Lust.
Foo Fighters - Cold Water Music.
Moby - Last night.
REM - Accelerate.
Travis - Ode to j. smith
Razorlight - slipway fires
The dears - Missile
Fall Out Boy - Folie à Deux
Deus - Vantage point
[update in progress ...] 
Bloc Party - Intimacy.
Coldplay - Viva la vida.
Snow Patrol - A hundred million suns.
Elbow - The seldom seen kid.
Keane - Perfect Symmetry.
The Killers - Day and age.
Death cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs.
The Verve - Forth.
Oasis - Dig out your soul.
The Raveonettes - Lust Lust Lust.
Foo Fighters - Cold Water Music.
Moby - Last night.
REM - Accelerate.
Travis - Ode to j. smith
Razorlight - slipway fires
The dears - Missile
Fall Out Boy - Folie à Deux
Deus - Vantage point
[update in progress ...]
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Skin Disorders Like Vitiligo
Foster Wallace
The American writer David Foster Wallace was found hanged by his wife in his home in Claremont, California, at 21.30 on September 12, 2008.
This is what he wrote in his masterpiece, Infinite Jest .
"The person who has a so-called psychotic depression and tries to kill himself, he does not open the quotation marks" to mistrust "or some other abstract belief that the give and take in life are not even. And surely it is because death suddenly begins to look attractive. The person in whom the invisible agony reaches a level of unbearable What will kill you just like a person trapped throw from a burning building. Make no mistake about people who jump from the windows in flames. Their terror of falling from a great height is the same as you or I would feel if we were standing at the window to look at the landscape, that is the fear of falling is a constant. Here the variable is the other terror, the flames of the fire when the flames are close by, dying from a fall becomes the less terrible of two terrors. It is the desire to jump, it is the terror of flames. Yet none of those on the street who look up and shout "No!" and "Wait!" can understand the jump. You have been trapped and you too have felt the flames to really understand a terror much worse than the fall. "
I stop for a moment for him, in a moment of immense grief. 
The American writer David Foster Wallace was found hanged by his wife in his home in Claremont, California, at 21.30 on September 12, 2008.
This is what he wrote in his masterpiece, Infinite Jest .
"The person who has a so-called psychotic depression and tries to kill himself, he does not open the quotation marks" to mistrust "or some other abstract belief that the give and take in life are not even. And surely it is because death suddenly begins to look attractive. The person in whom the invisible agony reaches a level of unbearable What will kill you just like a person trapped throw from a burning building. Make no mistake about people who jump from the windows in flames. Their terror of falling from a great height is the same as you or I would feel if we were standing at the window to look at the landscape, that is the fear of falling is a constant. Here the variable is the other terror, the flames of the fire when the flames are close by, dying from a fall becomes the less terrible of two terrors. It is the desire to jump, it is the terror of flames. Yet none of those on the street who look up and shout "No!" and "Wait!" can understand the jump. You have been trapped and you too have felt the flames to really understand a terror much worse than the fall. "
I stop for a moment for him, in a moment of immense grief.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Can You Microwave Balsa Wood
Mercury Prize
The most beautiful albums of 2008, won the 2008 Mercury.
rare example of a meritocracy. 
The most beautiful albums of 2008, won the 2008 Mercury.
rare example of a meritocracy.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Receiver For Music Listening
DO
At two and five afternoon a particularly hot August twenty-four Diane Olsen woke up dripping with sweat shirt and a pair of pink shorts stained with chocolate on his left leg. Diane closed his eyes with a look of annoyance on her face, stretched his arms upward moving the sheet up and down in an attempt to spend some 'air and then stood staring at the ceiling. The light filtering through the blinds wide open and came straight at him, but she was not to be discouraged. He tried for a long time to find a comfortable position to continue to sleep, he tried to turn back but could not breathe and felt too hot, try putting on his side but could not take that position sleep, until finally he had to admit to herself that the only credible alternative is that the crossroads at the bed was to fall back and close the shutter.
Diane Olsen will trudge to the edge of the mattress, sat cross-legged on the bed and began cursing to himself. As he continued to swear, trying to focus on the forms around her, she was suddenly remembered the dream he had just before you open your eyes. Several blurred figures in his head, the memory was very confused, but very focused Diane could make out some details. Indistinct in the flow of images she was walking in a cold and snowy forest, in his footsteps to get lost in the darkness behind him. Then there was a glass of lemonade full to the brim, Diane pressed him in his right hand and attempted to maintain balance so as not to shake off a single drop as it moved awkwardly in the snow among the trees. In the dream, the lemonade was really important, Diane distinctly remembered having stolen from someone and that he knew that someone was chasing her back to. He could not remember what was so important in a glass of lemonade, but that pursuit was far too stressful and so finally she woke up, dripping with sweat.
With slow movements, dictated by fatigue, heat and despair, Diane was able to stretch your legs to stretch to the floor. The contact of fingers with the cold marble caused a little shiver of pleasure, yet he reached up to touch the ground with the whole palm of your feet, and so after a while finally stopped swearing. He looked up at the window and looked out to the opposite building, clothes hung out to dry in balconies lingered buildings, hanging from the wire, plastic, without even a breath of wind to ruffle and swing it. There seemed no signs of human life anywhere. In fact the day was very muggy and Diane Olsen was dying of heat, which is why at that moment he decided to finally give up to sleep, tense your arm muscles to give himself a push and got to his feet.
As soon as you put it in an upright position was struck by a small drop in pressure, the blurred vision you had to lean against the wall and not to lose his balance. He took a deep breath, stood a few seconds and waited for the dizziness to pass. He felt weak and hungry. Also felt distinctly the smell of lemonade still in the air, and wished to have a chilled glass with her whole being. Diane knew perfectly well that in the fridge there was nothing remotely like a frozen lemonade, but with a little 'luck could have found a Coca Cola or Sprite. The landlord liked practically non-carbonated beverages and drink more. Diane walked dragging his bare feet on the floor to the door of his room before going out to his figure looked in the mirror above the desk. He saw a girl far too thin, his face and dug a little 'make-up residue around the eyes. He shook his head and looked at the alarm clock, eyes widened in amazement. He had not realized how late it was.
is for all these reasons that the two twenty-seven pm on August twenty-four Diane Olsen came out of his room wearing only a T-shirt dripping with sweat and a pair of pink shorts stained with chocolate on his left leg. The hallway was flooded
of a white light and strong and to not get blinded had to squint. Diane moved slowly on the dirt floors and creaky, well-being careful to avoid the roughest strips so as not to make too much noise. His eyes rested once again on the paintings hung in series in the short piece of blank wall before the bathroom door. We were represented at the uniforms of all armies from the war's most famous story. The landlord was a fan of military culture and the apartment was full of references, more or less veiled, to his great passion. Diane walked by reviewing the frames one by one, he paused a few seconds more before the her favorite. It was the picture of the seal of the order of the French marshals during the Napoleonic period. What impressed her most was not the lavish decoration of oak leaves embroidered in gold on the uniform, starting from the chest up to the code in the back of the jacket and sleeves, but rather Diane was particularly struck by the expression that the painter had caught on her face of that military and secured with a pencil on paper. In fact, a keen eye could see without difficulty that, among all the soldiers portrayed in the series of small paintings, the French marshal of the Napoleonic empire was the only one who was laughing.
Diane went into the bathroom to pee without closing and lock the door. The landlord was definitely out for several hours before going to work, and she was sure to be left alone in the apartment. For this reason, do not worry, once satisfied his physiological needs, to occupy the room for over half an hour in order to wipe the makeup from her face and define your eyebrows with tweezers. The round mirror attached to the wall magnified details in a monstrous and allowed to observe the smallest imperfections of the skin with cruel accuracy. Diane thought for the umpteenth time that it was time to buy a specific treatment to get rid of some 'of pimples, but in his heart he knew perfectly well that it should be forgotten Today, as always, in a few minutes. When he emerged from the bathroom was now past three in the afternoon.
Diane felt his stomach grumbling loudly from hunger and thought it was time to eat something, so he went to the kitchen. After a few steps but stopped with surprise expression on his face, he wondered to himself why the glass door of the darkened kitchen was closed. The landlord had, among other obsessions that accompanied his every move, even wide open to let all possible openings in the apartment. He said that this was impossible to hide something, and argued with conviction that the sincerity and honesty were essential for a healthy living for the common good. Diane had struggled a little strange to get used to that rule, the only exception is that the bathroom door, and only during the hours of sleep, one of his room. For this he was very surprised, to say the contrary, in the afternoon to find that the glass door of the darkened kitchen closed. Diane opened the door with a burst of arrogance, as if to affirm herself that this movement was the materialisation of an important rule, and that no one could afford to break it in any way. But Diane had agreed immediately that it was not anger, but more amazing, the feeling is best for those occasions. Indeed The situation was very strange. Before her was a stranger, bare-chested, standing in front of the refrigerator, with a carton of milk in hand. 
At two and five afternoon a particularly hot August twenty-four Diane Olsen woke up dripping with sweat shirt and a pair of pink shorts stained with chocolate on his left leg. Diane closed his eyes with a look of annoyance on her face, stretched his arms upward moving the sheet up and down in an attempt to spend some 'air and then stood staring at the ceiling. The light filtering through the blinds wide open and came straight at him, but she was not to be discouraged. He tried for a long time to find a comfortable position to continue to sleep, he tried to turn back but could not breathe and felt too hot, try putting on his side but could not take that position sleep, until finally he had to admit to herself that the only credible alternative is that the crossroads at the bed was to fall back and close the shutter.
Diane Olsen will trudge to the edge of the mattress, sat cross-legged on the bed and began cursing to himself. As he continued to swear, trying to focus on the forms around her, she was suddenly remembered the dream he had just before you open your eyes. Several blurred figures in his head, the memory was very confused, but very focused Diane could make out some details. Indistinct in the flow of images she was walking in a cold and snowy forest, in his footsteps to get lost in the darkness behind him. Then there was a glass of lemonade full to the brim, Diane pressed him in his right hand and attempted to maintain balance so as not to shake off a single drop as it moved awkwardly in the snow among the trees. In the dream, the lemonade was really important, Diane distinctly remembered having stolen from someone and that he knew that someone was chasing her back to. He could not remember what was so important in a glass of lemonade, but that pursuit was far too stressful and so finally she woke up, dripping with sweat.
With slow movements, dictated by fatigue, heat and despair, Diane was able to stretch your legs to stretch to the floor. The contact of fingers with the cold marble caused a little shiver of pleasure, yet he reached up to touch the ground with the whole palm of your feet, and so after a while finally stopped swearing. He looked up at the window and looked out to the opposite building, clothes hung out to dry in balconies lingered buildings, hanging from the wire, plastic, without even a breath of wind to ruffle and swing it. There seemed no signs of human life anywhere. In fact the day was very muggy and Diane Olsen was dying of heat, which is why at that moment he decided to finally give up to sleep, tense your arm muscles to give himself a push and got to his feet.
As soon as you put it in an upright position was struck by a small drop in pressure, the blurred vision you had to lean against the wall and not to lose his balance. He took a deep breath, stood a few seconds and waited for the dizziness to pass. He felt weak and hungry. Also felt distinctly the smell of lemonade still in the air, and wished to have a chilled glass with her whole being. Diane knew perfectly well that in the fridge there was nothing remotely like a frozen lemonade, but with a little 'luck could have found a Coca Cola or Sprite. The landlord liked practically non-carbonated beverages and drink more. Diane walked dragging his bare feet on the floor to the door of his room before going out to his figure looked in the mirror above the desk. He saw a girl far too thin, his face and dug a little 'make-up residue around the eyes. He shook his head and looked at the alarm clock, eyes widened in amazement. He had not realized how late it was.
is for all these reasons that the two twenty-seven pm on August twenty-four Diane Olsen came out of his room wearing only a T-shirt dripping with sweat and a pair of pink shorts stained with chocolate on his left leg. The hallway was flooded
of a white light and strong and to not get blinded had to squint. Diane moved slowly on the dirt floors and creaky, well-being careful to avoid the roughest strips so as not to make too much noise. His eyes rested once again on the paintings hung in series in the short piece of blank wall before the bathroom door. We were represented at the uniforms of all armies from the war's most famous story. The landlord was a fan of military culture and the apartment was full of references, more or less veiled, to his great passion. Diane walked by reviewing the frames one by one, he paused a few seconds more before the her favorite. It was the picture of the seal of the order of the French marshals during the Napoleonic period. What impressed her most was not the lavish decoration of oak leaves embroidered in gold on the uniform, starting from the chest up to the code in the back of the jacket and sleeves, but rather Diane was particularly struck by the expression that the painter had caught on her face of that military and secured with a pencil on paper. In fact, a keen eye could see without difficulty that, among all the soldiers portrayed in the series of small paintings, the French marshal of the Napoleonic empire was the only one who was laughing.
Diane went into the bathroom to pee without closing and lock the door. The landlord was definitely out for several hours before going to work, and she was sure to be left alone in the apartment. For this reason, do not worry, once satisfied his physiological needs, to occupy the room for over half an hour in order to wipe the makeup from her face and define your eyebrows with tweezers. The round mirror attached to the wall magnified details in a monstrous and allowed to observe the smallest imperfections of the skin with cruel accuracy. Diane thought for the umpteenth time that it was time to buy a specific treatment to get rid of some 'of pimples, but in his heart he knew perfectly well that it should be forgotten Today, as always, in a few minutes. When he emerged from the bathroom was now past three in the afternoon.
Diane felt his stomach grumbling loudly from hunger and thought it was time to eat something, so he went to the kitchen. After a few steps but stopped with surprise expression on his face, he wondered to himself why the glass door of the darkened kitchen was closed. The landlord had, among other obsessions that accompanied his every move, even wide open to let all possible openings in the apartment. He said that this was impossible to hide something, and argued with conviction that the sincerity and honesty were essential for a healthy living for the common good. Diane had struggled a little strange to get used to that rule, the only exception is that the bathroom door, and only during the hours of sleep, one of his room. For this he was very surprised, to say the contrary, in the afternoon to find that the glass door of the darkened kitchen closed. Diane opened the door with a burst of arrogance, as if to affirm herself that this movement was the materialisation of an important rule, and that no one could afford to break it in any way. But Diane had agreed immediately that it was not anger, but more amazing, the feeling is best for those occasions. Indeed The situation was very strange. Before her was a stranger, bare-chested, standing in front of the refrigerator, with a carton of milk in hand.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Dresses For Sorority Initiation
The most beautiful song in the world. The truth is unstoppable
was 1996, and five children from Glasgow, members of the Supernaturals, a band semidisowned even in the UK independent scene, wrote and released a song called "Smile." The single flopped spectacularly, was re-released in a few years later to receive speranzsa greater success, accompanied by a dark photo and video from the plot too commonplace, have disappeared from circulation after a short time, was never able to break into television. The Supernaturals did not reach the expected success, the band released a few albums, he found a bit 'of space in the low position of the British charts, and disbanded after a few years amid general indifference.
I wonder if they knew, those five guys, having written the best song in the world.
The video is lost in oblivion. This is a fan-made.
Why are not alone. :-)
was 1996, and five children from Glasgow, members of the Supernaturals, a band semidisowned even in the UK independent scene, wrote and released a song called "Smile." The single flopped spectacularly, was re-released in a few years later to receive speranzsa greater success, accompanied by a dark photo and video from the plot too commonplace, have disappeared from circulation after a short time, was never able to break into television. The Supernaturals did not reach the expected success, the band released a few albums, he found a bit 'of space in the low position of the British charts, and disbanded after a few years amid general indifference.
I wonder if they knew, those five guys, having written the best song in the world.
The video is lost in oblivion. This is a fan-made.
Why are not alone. :-)
Monday, September 1, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Utiliser La Camera Frontal Du Nokia E71
Tonight's the night Made me cry.
Let us make amends
We're not overly good friends
But it's not heaven without you
You can have it all
We'll see mountains fall
But it's not heaven without you
Let us make amends
We're not overly good friends
But its not heaven without you
You can have it all
We'll see mountains fall
But its not heaven without you
It's a symphony distorting
When we're not talking
But its not heaven without you
And I'm not burning benches
'Cause the ash will make me choke
It was me who always spluttered
Every time we spoke
You can have it all
There's just something different
With the air about you
The signs, the shapes, the numbers
Then give me a clue
You can have it all
And I'm not burning benches
'Cause the ash will make me choke
It was me who always spluttered
Every time we spoke
You can have it all 
Let us make amends
We're not overly good friends
But it's not heaven without you
You can have it all
We'll see mountains fall
But it's not heaven without you
Let us make amends
We're not overly good friends
But its not heaven without you
You can have it all
We'll see mountains fall
But its not heaven without you
It's a symphony distorting
When we're not talking
But its not heaven without you
And I'm not burning benches
'Cause the ash will make me choke
It was me who always spluttered
Every time we spoke
You can have it all
There's just something different
With the air about you
The signs, the shapes, the numbers
Then give me a clue
You can have it all
And I'm not burning benches
'Cause the ash will make me choke
It was me who always spluttered
Every time we spoke
You can have it all
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Can You Wear Friendship Bracelets In The Shower
VLV
The best attempt ever made to make my days feel better. 
The best attempt ever made to make my days feel better.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Prom Dress Catalogs By Mail Free
Crash
"Listen," says Beth. "There's a guy who loves a girl to madness. This here is the kind of girl monstrously beautiful, clear eyes, and wavy long hair, slim hips, curves defined. "
We're walking through the streets of the old side by side, but today I do not want to talk to me at all. I just want to smoke. We stop outside a bar, protected by a porch advertises Coca Cola red. I lean against the wall and loud sigh, cold and tired.
"A crash," I say.
"A loud crash." Beth rubs her hands together, shaking his arms. "The guy is nothing but that, he worked as a waiter in a bar and a small speech impediment, so every now and then starts to stutter and lose a few words on the street in the middle of sentences."
I look at the white wet falling from the sky beyond the veranda, in the form of small flakes, cold, frozen.
's snowing.
"I do not know Beth," I say. "It's a joke?"
A truck passes along the road, leaves behind two black marks in the asphalt that covers gray. Beth fixing the air and the snow, his gaze is so intense that the windows shake. I tremble too.
"The two know each other because the girl goes every morning to breakfast in the bar where he works on the type, and he falls for her in the exact moment when seeing it for the first time."
"Falling in love? "
" Yes "
reach out beyond the porch and let some flakes I touch the palm. I look at them closely, and melt wetting the fingers, turning them into fine droplets and transparent. "I do not follow," I say. I shake your fingers to splash his face.
"The type of course does nothing but think about the monstrously beautiful girl every night coming home from the bar and waits for the next morning to see it again." Beth wiped his face and shakes his head. "I just do not find the courage to tell her how he feels, and a bit 'of months remains so, in silence, to prepare the latte without ever saying a word."
"It's a joke."
"Then One evening he decided to take the plunge and declare his love. It is prepared in front of the mirror, repeats the phrase a thousand times, trying the gradient suits, weighing every word, are months that I do not think of anything but you, you just want to say that I love you to death, just , "intones the voice giving Beth authoritarian approach, determined, unique. "The waiter knows that can not be wrong."
Snow falls increasingly dense, confined in the tiny space. I move up to the invisible wall that separates the air cleared from the ice.
"So the next morning, the kind you spray the perfume, hair system and arrives at work half an hour before," he continues. "Start every customer who enters the bar, each time lowering the gaze is not disappointed that his love. And then, finally sees her enter, monstrously beautiful, with its exceptional size. "Beth mimics the scene with his hands. "The girl orders the usual milky coffee, drink it all in one gulp, puts the bag over his shoulder and is just about to go away when the guy puts his hand on the side and stares into his eyes. She obviously does not understand and thus remains a bit 'scared, not knowing what to do. It would mean something, would like to ask if everything is fine, but did not have time to talk because he feels the waiter startled. "Beth stops at a break very theatrical. Look at the sky. "She feels like exclaiming aloud are months that I want you to die, and that's it. "
I burst out laughing. "In the face of losing a few words," I exclaim.
Beth mutes me with eyes and a finger near the nose. I'll stop now. I must not laugh. It is not a joke.
"How do you think she reacted?", I asked Beth. It is the most important question in the world.
still reach out your hand over the porch to pick up a bit 'of snow. This time I stop for long. After a while I realize that in fact the ice is much less cold than it looks. Waiting until the hand becomes completely white. Then I talk.
"She kisses him," I say.
Beth turns shooting. She looks at me, lights a smile that had not seen for a long time.
nods. "I love."
pickup arm, a foot step between the snow and the other to form a compact ball and precise. I choose that pile of snow with your hand. I have a mad desire for a cigarette.
"Be right back," I say with downcast eyes.
walk a few steps in the snow, I feel it penetrating the neck and cool the skin.
"Look, I know," he answered Beth. "It is useless to go and hide somewhere."
I stop, I look at her, I come quickly on the front porch.
"I know you again to smoke, "she says nonchalantly. "That stuff kills, killed in front of me if you really believe that it's worth it."
remain silent. I feel a trickle of ice water down along the back, I got a shiver down forever.
pull out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, I take one. The tour of the hands, the smell. Blue Camel . Just like old times. As a sniff, I feel the smell of sweet tobacco and liquor, the slip between his lips and I remain so, with Beth's eyes on me as a blowtorch.
I take a deep breath.
Then without saying a word opened his lips and a cigarette while flies into the street throwing the snowball with all the strength I have in the middle of nowhere, I took Beth's hand and start running in the middle of all that white. I hear screaming behind me but I do not stop. Beth stops after a few steps to strength and begins to move fast, it is by my side, she also runs next to me and we are fast, and powerful, destroy every wall, fly away by the wind and scream to the world our speed. In that race senseless cross the main square, we continue on the avenue, and even manages to stop the climb, then turn surround the cathedral and we vibrate the Gothic windows, pierced the fog and leave a swirl of leaves behind us, we get straight to the front Tunnel lights and we stop in front of a window decorated with a myriad of colorful origami . I look at Beth, she looks at me. Move the eyes in the window and I fill the view.
I speak, my mouth and out of breath, spit, voice, and everything seems to make sense.
"Do not you think that this is why it really worth breathing, Beth?" Indicates the showcase, origami, and even further, I indicate our tears hanging in the wind.
Beth takes breath panting for the race, tired but still fair, and monstrously beautiful. The landscape behind her is white. But she did not. It is not white.
two of us are different.
Inside the shop lights and a light reflection of the thousand origami dazzles us both.
"And how if it's worth it," she says, and swallows saliva.
We remain there a while ', real estate, crying colors.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
How To Make Fire Bricks At Home
The next day everything is always away, and slips. Straw - take a breath - pear juice. For hours.
Two one-kilogram weights to train biceps. Today, up and down a treat. Arm rests for a few hours of sleep. Texts
broken. Reading difficult, for some 'time we like. Like the comics, but comics seem more beautiful. Aaugh! Coff. Mumble mumble?
So if you think it is: science is not suitable in the morning, preferably in the evening or afternoon. Bufala and cherry tomatoes instead: a winning combination at any time. With a little 'saliva.
I want to play in learning more possible names. Alphabetical order. Arrival ABCDEF in half and I'm tired of the game, I remember up to F. I'm tired of the game.
Two weeks should be enough to be stung by mosquitoes superhuman.
Lullaby. I do not remember the words. I sing with his mouth closed. To open my mouth you think about you? I take a bath in the shower. I think.
I sniff my hands all the time. What smell? My hands. Why? Scent. Really? Yeah.
He would never say.
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The phone rings. I answer. Who is. I. Tu. I. The
miss the sea and wants to go. But the burger for lunch you can not eat. It's hot. It hurts. I read a book.
If a winter's night a traveler. Asp asp halt.
It 's summer.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
All Indian Satellites
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Do not Waste Your Time On Me, You're Already The Voice Inside My Head.
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