Tuesday, November 15, 2011


The cactus says that the normal seasons no longer exist. The cat answers appreciating a nice topa who is walking down the street (topa is an italian slang to say pussy, but it also means the female of the mouse).
Lately, I'm feeling the same as the cat: everybody is pretending to talk about serious things but I don't care and just contemplate the world around me.

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