Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

subota, 23.10.2010.

But be, as you have been, my happiness...
I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
Be sincere; be brief; be seated.
The Americans have need of the telephone, but we do not. We have plenty of messenger boys.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Income tax returns are the most imaginative fiction being written today.

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