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curiosidade encarnada
vontade delirante
devoção convicta
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extravagância desmedida
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felicidade maravilhada
sensibilidade voraz
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quinta-feira, janeiro 22, 2004 interval 24 -- resigned to his fate (truncated transfer) yearning always makes things prettier . i had strange thoughts tonight . i felt resigned to my fate . i lost the will to live . i became afraid of the city i've always loved so much . now i'm afraid it's a monster about to swallow me at any minute, flinging me deep inside its belly of faces anonymous and equally resigned to their fates . like enzymes these faces will slowly digest me eating away at me with the teeth and punch of their eyes . none of these faces will ever be able to love me and so i am forever alone and forgotten . i no longer feel any obligation to be happy, nor is there a reason for it . i'm decrepit, haggard and bruised in the glory of youth that is all so corroded by the peering faces of the monster's belly . and i am to crumble in apathy, watching every part of the process in the pupils of the enzymes that brandish at me my frailty and the disgust the world feels for me . i know nothing . i know how to lie and manipulate and thus i shall die slowly, crucified by the eyes of the city that drive nails into my rotting flesh . no, i am not well . i am tired and i had a difficult day . i need to hear that someone still loves me before i slide down the monster's slippery, cavernous throat, where it is hot and i can't escape the heat
