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petak, 22.07.2011.

I?m telling you, things are getting out of hand. Or maybe I?m discovering that things were never in my hands.

Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.
Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.
My home is not a place, it is people.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.

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