The first 100 meters are needles in the chest and tar in the mouth, but then you get used to, and more relaxing.
Occhei, relaxing perhaps not the right word.
But it is something nearby.
Who would have thought that these domestic routes could give so much .. empty.
It is not a great result, well, give the vacuum.
But it is a stuff that is so ... zen. Crawling
feet, knees crawling to the edges of the buildings, the feeling is different.
That is, even there it feels empty.
But that is filling a vacuum, and filling, needless to say, empty.
Maybe you got here is not the best time to light a cigarette.
But if one did things only at the best time ..
ores cough is fatter than usual.
the third shot the cigarette is in the mud, and there are three crosses up there.
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