Lazy days, crazy nights An expression of myself, my deepest thoughts and wildest dreams.
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Airs from all points of the compass the pot pourri of life as it attracts attention. Of Old Tattoos and Sagging Boobs. July 24, 2015 in Humanity. Summer heat, booze and skin. Pools, piercings and ink. Clothing optional is all the rage, and the textile crowd outside the gates, politely, studiously if not amicably, ignores the existence of DuhNuudae. Close the eyes rest from the spectacle.
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Stop and Smell the Roses. Said Evelyn to herself, kneeling on her burning knees to open the bottom drawer of her old wooden cabinet. She started taking out, one by one, her old diaries and scrapbooks, when her eyes caught short glimpses of the colorful cover pages. Distant memories began to take shape. So much she had buried in the forest of her mind and closed thousand doors behind.