Thursday, September 09, 2004
Saturday, September 04, 2004
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Winter comes, people rush, oil burns. The war goes on, summer is gone after all. People die: it's okay as long as they didn't bother us while sun bathing... news flow, memory shortens. Ring -- ring -- click -- "My conscience is not home right now, please leave a message after the beep".
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