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Since the micro-blogging, since removed the MSN space, never wrote a new blog. This is a habit of decadence, like the chaos of days not clear after a few days. Massive Attack ft Hope Sandoval-Paradise Circus, part of today's music. Repeat the innumerable twists and turns, room illusion like strumming in the mystery of its reply. Praying for the day a little more slowly, slowly. Have a moment, in addition to the flow of notes, everything around you start solidifying, a Ka a Ka choking sound in the air. Silence, breathing also seems petty. Clock pointer, and cardiac flow mingling of correcting texture, the next second might have been able to see red as fire organ. ��������Ϊһ����ʽ�������Ե������ʥ������ ����һ���ĵ������Ĺ��ԶԶ������ׯ�ض����ϣ��������ߵ�Ĥ�ݡ� ���ң�����ÿһ���ﳯ����һǧ��һ�Ρ� ��������ϰ�������ֵ�����ϡ������� �������Ż��DZ�һ�����Ҫ���ӡ� �������ǰ����Լ����»��ܴ����ξ��е�һС�����£���ֲ����������һС���ƻ����ε�����һ������ɣ��������ҵ��������޻���������ռ䣬�������¡� �������ʣ��������϶ȿռ䡣 Walkers have gone, leaving behind, still. A cool shell with instant ice gone and not feel at all. Solemn and quiet. To give up. End��I dont wanna say goodbye.