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forgotten memories,ashes to ashes,dust to dust....fading memories,dreams vanishing into the darkness.
 
As I CANNOT tell if life is real or imaginary, I am just going to dream like I always do.
 
Corsica is rioting, next French; is this the first wave of European Civil War or European Spring 2016? Waiting for the precious moment to come along.
 
Prepared with certificated cinnamon rolls. Back-up plan B is working flawlessly.
 
Randomity on some tasks - which are half heard, tastes like raw potato - and is sometimes crispy and salty like chips.
 

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