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Mario , 19, Männlich, KroatienZuletzt gesehen: Sonntag Abend

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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance. Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream. I'll tell you this: No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.



There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more.



This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?



You don't know how lucky you are being a monkey. Because consciousness is a terrible curse. I think. I feel. I suffer.



There is an idea; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.



I wish I were a Warhol silk screen hanging on the wall. Or little Joe or maybe Lou. I'd love to be them all. All New York's broken hearts and secrets would be mine. I'd put you on a movie reel, and that would be just fine.



How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.




Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested... Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.

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