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One Night To Be Confused Stayand the night would be enough

Eu ando na entresafra criativa. Não quero deletar mais este blog, hehe. Só que na onda dos clichês nao quero entrar. Não quero falar do Natal, das compras, papai noel, etc. Fugir deste clichê é muito dificil pois é só ligar a tevêm, ir a qualquer loja, etc está lá, a neve fake, os enfeites fake, a felicidade munida de cartão de crédito e caixas de grifes famosas.

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Очередной урок летней школы Танцующего Города. Напиши адрес почты и ты будешь. Танцующий город сделал более 300 общественных и рекламных проектов в России и за рубежом за 5 лет. Проекты по России и за рубежом. Если вы хотите сделать флешмоб в своем городе свяжитесь с нами. Стать участником флешмоба может каждый. За участие во флешмобах мы не берем никаких денег. Урок Танцующего города 15 августа.

2009 Do You Still Believe - lovehostage

2009 Do You Still Believe - lovehostage. Friday, December 25, 2009. If my chest is a limestone prison, my heart is the iron gate. This head atop my shoulders is the warden, and every limb is on lock-down. Tuesday, December 15, 2009. Flying Along The Ley Lines.

2007 Fall In Or Be Taken - lovehostage

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