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Dnes som si pozical starsie Kieslowskeho filmy “Przypadek” (Blind chance) a “No end”. I watched the first one until the guy asked his first love, 10 years later, who did she sleep with after he left her untouched at seventeen. Whole dark and gloomy scene with sad naked bodies. Why do I respond to that shit? Is this really me? Who cares who she slept with? Water under the bridge. There is a FUTURE to worry about. Then why do I care? Fuck!
Od dnes za mesiac uz budem zase niekde inde. Ziada sa mi bielych noci a modreho snehu.
There is something about me. Prilis vela slovanstva? Hovno. Too much soft and fuzzy stuff. Dufam, ze nan bude stacit’ lyzicka.
