a year ago I was questioned about the existence of a Holly Golighly in me that exits are, rodeos and round carousel next to that machine that was "self-torture is? - the strange王
case). Then my mother suggested to visit the salon as aqua vitae for all ills: Back definitively blond status and there occurs to me, to continue the post, who spoke on the topic. Or at least point to the curious event that every young person who has the folly to follow in my delusions are literary and literal (not say 'obsessed', but look for a traffic light entrance to the same fieldateria days ago, (sick, so sick was the logical, universal truths, inconsistencies of all kinds and competence of Puan misguided, treacherous 480), a kind of immersion on my side and empty surface: pearl pink polished nails, buy 2 or 3 at lunch followed, miniskirts, coat Ona Saez and absurd concern about the effect of U L'oreal mascara last. Mid week I received a copy of Sylvia Plath's journals, scene I referred to: 1 - my dearest Inglés knight. 2 - the classes I taught a knight and Jo dearest Inglés, withinmy delirium higher (higher?) by the strange case 王. 3 - the tragic fate of the artists, and depressed as Sylvia to Ted Hughs Stupid full sun, in proximity to the stupid stupid spring. 4 - besides having to read more, I read more. As the evening was (lógicamente!) Plath, last night rushed the weight of the deed put into words my commenting to Go maso less serious intentions of resuming E. and imposition is sometimes seized the whip of Capote (a weapon given by others and used by one) and the many otherJohn Marcher destination (an event that has consistently appear in our lives, either way, whatever you do). The truth is that, as you see right now, relief and front end of the writing is clear, for a reason still unknown to me, but it's pretty warm, so sweet maso .
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