It's easy. Dress warmly, take a packet of cigarettes, buy a beer, go to the old cemetery nearby, sit down in a secluded spot, your back resting against a tree, listen to Grayson Capps and reread the poems you wrote a year and more ago.
Worked for me.
quinta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2008
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