Wake up, turn on computer, Berlin is very hot! 
I'm loving this, I think maybe too much, but these girls are a total dream. I love it! I wish I had high speed internet, my shit is fucked! Duhdumdadum...duhdumdedum..it is sooo slow. I live in the sticks though, I need to move to the city with my friends. OH YEAH, I HAVE NO FRIENDS!! So be it, I still need to get out of this slow ass shit, so I can see more SG's with a faster loading time.
This sucks
Time wastes me sometimes, I think it's revenge.
" Yesterday i felt as if my ode was never going to sprout. At least it should have been growing a leaf. I scratched the soil: "Come up, sister ode," I said, "I promised to produce you, don't be afraid of me, I will not step on your four leaves, your four hands, ode, we'll have tea together. Come up and I'll crown you first among my odes, we'll go to the seashore on our bicycles." It was useless.
Then, high amid the pines, I saw a lovely naked laziness, she led me off bedazzled and bemused, she showed me on the sand small broken bits of marine matter, driftwood, seaweed, stones, seabird's feathers. I hunted but did not find yellow agates. The sea surged higher, crumbling towers, invading the shoreline of my homeland, sending forth successive catastrophes of foam. A solitary corolla cast a ray against the sand. I saw silvery petrels cruising and, like black crosses, cormorants clinging to the rocks. I freed a bee from it's death throes in a spiderweb, I put a pebble in my pocket, it was smooth, as smooth as a bird's breast, meanwhile along the coast, all afternoon, sun and fog waged war. At times the fog glowed with a topaz light, other times a moist sun cast rays dripping yellow drops.
That night, thinking of the duties of my elusive ode, I took off my shoes beside the fire, sand spilled from them and soon I was falling asleep." --Pablo Neruda
I'm loving this, I think maybe too much, but these girls are a total dream. I love it! I wish I had high speed internet, my shit is fucked! Duhdumdadum...duhdumdedum..it is sooo slow. I live in the sticks though, I need to move to the city with my friends. OH YEAH, I HAVE NO FRIENDS!! So be it, I still need to get out of this slow ass shit, so I can see more SG's with a faster loading time.
This sucks
Time wastes me sometimes, I think it's revenge.
" Yesterday i felt as if my ode was never going to sprout. At least it should have been growing a leaf. I scratched the soil: "Come up, sister ode," I said, "I promised to produce you, don't be afraid of me, I will not step on your four leaves, your four hands, ode, we'll have tea together. Come up and I'll crown you first among my odes, we'll go to the seashore on our bicycles." It was useless.
Then, high amid the pines, I saw a lovely naked laziness, she led me off bedazzled and bemused, she showed me on the sand small broken bits of marine matter, driftwood, seaweed, stones, seabird's feathers. I hunted but did not find yellow agates. The sea surged higher, crumbling towers, invading the shoreline of my homeland, sending forth successive catastrophes of foam. A solitary corolla cast a ray against the sand. I saw silvery petrels cruising and, like black crosses, cormorants clinging to the rocks. I freed a bee from it's death throes in a spiderweb, I put a pebble in my pocket, it was smooth, as smooth as a bird's breast, meanwhile along the coast, all afternoon, sun and fog waged war. At times the fog glowed with a topaz light, other times a moist sun cast rays dripping yellow drops.
That night, thinking of the duties of my elusive ode, I took off my shoes beside the fire, sand spilled from them and soon I was falling asleep." --Pablo Neruda