1 de jun de 2010

Working Class Hero...

He entered and left some papers by the front door. His mail box was empty and the coffee was already cold. That three decades refrigerator kept making its loud noise. Things were better before. You feel all the weight of your Twenties when you start to live again. He needs a job, he needs to solve different puzzles and find a way of stop passing out. The game ain't so hard to play. You know the rules, you develop your fucking skills. Catch the enemy, arouse the giant who hides under the bed. I like to wake up every morning with the sunshine on my beard. Life smells much better.

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