Brown and Turquoise pale!
N'est incredible pas?
Yes .. It is
Now I can say COLORS (Tiziano you're turning in his grave, right?)
God that sucks, but how long is that I do not put hand on a useless rag?
ugly beast the lack of inspiration, the feeling of nothingness that is rampant.
Total creative vacuum ...
At 4 am I do not know what to do .. what the fuck you at four? Who wants to sleep? Those who suffer from non-insomnia?
If you do not know what the hell to do, faffing around.
I can not go to bed because my bed is completely undone, blankets exploded, trudging in every direction .... indipercui if you do not want to sleep in a semblance of a gypsy camp I have to do it again. UH-UH-UH, the praiseworthy epoch in which the bed was remade is ancient history!
that essential problems, annoyances and hassles reserve this wretched existence, sigh.
And I can not read a damn book because the lights have committed suicide. (RIP) So I can not do anything that includes the use of a light source
... To survive the night in a makeshift camp, fuck the fruitless nights
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