July 2012
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… and our days go by …
Jul 31st
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Jul 31st
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Copiiinho! CoPIIINGo! Copiiinho!
LitWit: Bang! - she hits him in the face with her broom.
Unknown Person: Hey! I'm s-s-sorry... I'm sorry for following you home! I just wanted to know you better and start something new. I didn't know what to do, so I thought it ...
LitWit: Shut Up! Look, if you want to start something new, that's not a good way to do it. Do you want to find me? That's the right address: kbuuum@gmail.com .
Unknown Person: Really? Is it true? What does "kbuuum" mean?
LitWit: Well, I'm a witch, if you didn't recognise 'till now.
Unkown Person: I see. You live in a onomatopoetic world. Which sound should I listen if someone is biking and wants to overtake another biker?
Vicky: Piiing! CoPIIINGo!
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p.s.: So true! I just woke up with this noise coming from Vicky in my dreams.
Jul 31st
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Jul 30th
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Jul 29th
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At Nay and Yay-Teen
9:18 once. Waking up in my bloody red nest.  9:18 twice. Two tones. Two contrasting tones and a certain radial heat wave between them. 9:18 Sunday sets end. Even not ever being done.  Maybe next week will be on time, on another time. If I just adjust my chronobiology, it’ll tick how it’s supposed to be. On my time, all mine.
Jul 29th
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Jul 27th
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ListenI’m going nowhere, I’m only here to...
Jul 25th
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“These boots were made for walking / The Marquis de Sade don’t wear no...”
– Is it actually appropriate for you guys to read this? Hope it’s night enough for you! Ian Brown is still singing here!
Jul 25th
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Jul 24th
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Listen♪ Gonna make my own money, gonna buy my own man ♪ ...
Jul 24th
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Jul 21st
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“A wine and a cork stopper in the hand is worth the catbird seat in the bush....”
– My philosophy of this year.
Jul 20th
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Jul 18th
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Jul 17th
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“Who’s Your Daddy?”
– #Starbuck #SneakPreview #Schauburg
Jul 16th
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Jul 16th
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Never odd or eveN
Once upon a time there was a rectangular world in which trees were still shaking their leaves while dancing with the wind and Mr. Blue Sky were still receiving chubby and skinny cloudy ladies to show them his dark side.  But between the observer’s eye and its portrayed world there was some dust. Some dust that must have been sprinkled by a kind of good dreams delivery man. Unfortunately I wasn’t...
Jul 15th
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Jul 14th
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Jul 13th
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“Ich hätte gerne eine Latte Nudel Grande mit etwas Haselnuss Sirup zum hier...”
– Latte Nudel rulezzz!
Jul 12th
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Jul 8th
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Jul 7th
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Listen♪ messin’ with me is to piss in the wind ♪
Jul 7th
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Jul 7th
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Jul 6th
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Jul 5th
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Jul 4th
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Hot & Cold
Estefania: I so cold! You hot?
Lip: Okay. Sure.
Jul 4th
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Jul 2nd
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Jul 2nd
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“Para, para esse som, porra! Caraaalho, puta música chata! Olha só que cachorro...”
– Os caras do #RatosDePorão são gênios!
Jul 2nd
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Jul 1st
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Jul 1st
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