Time is slipping through your fingers. Or is caught in a bucket, a basin or a bath. Perhaps in terms of performance time like the last days of idleness in the pure form, but it is not time wasted. This is the time caught in a bowl.
Because if you can call it a waste of time riding the Vespa on the highway with a crazy Italian? Mattress or exit stairs? Do you even ride a bicycle around the room (facing nearly as regular in the circus ring, but Cornering the bike a little and not make you a leg support).
this is just temporarily unemployed testerka games. Besides reading, write off the e-mails, sleeps with the cat and lets you put the tarot. Card does not lie. Three times three times omitted posed the question of the annual trip to Asia, but is waiting for me to 'propsperity and fertility', in London, so I do not have that bad ...
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journey to the mystical land of childhood Łowinii. The place where it all began for me (there is a legend podle met my father's sperm and the egg of my mother). Peace, which had limited access. A collection of random furniture and objects kolekcjonowanych over several decades: Two solid wooden beds forming the so-called. double bed, lamp design, remembering ancient times of the 70's, the pre-war picture of the sacred and immortal mask Lady of Czestochowa. And nasty duck sitting on the pot rack retro.
That July night everything worked out together.
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