There is something about człeku, something sitting in it, will not speak with the mother of time. Apparently he wants to open the mouth, but it gets down to it like a dog .. (To which the dog takes in the telling? Forgot.). In any event, despite the desire nothing turns. All of a sudden. There comes a moment a split second that makes you want to write, write, write ... Not I know what he wants to write. About nothing, about shit I have no idea even in principle. It's about leaving behind a few / dozen bytes of space - you know - for some trace of that kind of 'exegi monumentum'. More than what I would rather write what provoked me to the reason is simple forgotten long ago Paradise Circus - Massive'ów Attacków .
And what else? Tomorrow I'm going with the younger, smaller and more beautiful after tickets Tauron. Apparat + Modeselektor good - I look forward to more.
I thought that while we're here wasting time, instead of doing mock-ups can t remember a few dates, number of stories that the mother niebytności time here took place. Przedświątecznie, later sylwestrowo / almost Grudziądz / w + Turuniu discovering / uncovering / lapping / tasting, pizza right from Hellas, not good rosé wine. Next was a weekend at the source ie, the sleepless nights, lazy mornings, tired afternoons, art exhibitions, galleries, painting sessions, cooking and other program such as nails and t.akTy sessions without a studio. The time from the sign of the two large "Fałek. After the session. And continues. It will get better, and more.
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