2 Mar 2010

what we do is secret under masked paint and pen,
but you dont have to be afraid of the golden arrows, 
they have feathers and dream like flying sparrows,

Too many berliner partys this weekend. And i was feeling like a bit of a non social crow
 building a shell of unsocialness the whole week. But my shell was cracked after i met a
 brown wren , she was a bit strange . . . in the best of ways and a brown wren was alot
 more interesting than the other pigeons in the turkish bath club.  A nice suprise she had a slight punk kick to her personality and wore her mothers old dress with a germsbadge

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