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Monday, November 1, 2010

"He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall"



"He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall" - Shake! by Yvonne Roberts
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4 comments:

  1. donnie01 November, 2010 23:23

    ....the red brick disintegrating as his red mist evaporated

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  2. the dear Zé02 November, 2010 02:45

    where the road starts

    beijo

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  3. Markus Spring03 November, 2010 21:41

    Maybe that "he" had a prophetic vision of the U.S. elections...

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  4. Martina04 November, 2010 20:27

    donnie, aha ... eh .. I am wondering what _you_ are reading at the moment :-P

    Zé o Caçador, or ends.

    Markus, I guess you didn't have to have much prophetic talent to foresee this outcome :-(

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