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Wednesday, 26 October 2005

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bluest eyes

although prague isn´t berlin...;-)) it really rocks! make sure you drink some real ABSINTH. try EVERYTHING afterwards! you´re so close to me baby! miss you

shamash

hey, bluest eyes. Just tried to delete the repeat entry, and accidentally deleted the the other comment. sorry. from now on, i leave as is.

wish we could have seen each other in Berlin... next time!

Datta

Ahh, it makes me wonder when I will get to board a last-minute flight to somewhere new. Hell, I'd even settle for a trip to the toilet alone these days. Do I sound like I have a siamese twin attached to me? Well, we're actually triplets; one is stuck to my breast, the other attached to my answers, both stuck to my heart.

shamash

"one is stuck to my breast, the other attached to my answers, both stuck to my heart."- beautifully written.

Love and attachment: two words that are so often synonyms.

Some days, the only "last minute ticket" I want to buy is to your town with the dusty roads and the Rio Grande. Today I want to snap my fingers and be immediately transported to that quaint adobe house of yours to visit the triplets. We could drink herbal tea and organic veggies and catch up on each others' lives.

One day soon, my sweet mermaid of a sister with the sea-dolphin eyes, one day soon.

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