Too many shells with trash bins instead of brains and rubber prostheses instead of hearts. I am the hyena that feeds on your desert, leaving your eyes to my rattles. And conscience, conscience is nothing but the coward's alibi. No, I can't even follow myself when I write. Please, don't blame me. Simone 18-11-1992
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