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    Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.

    Please, join on this trail of madness.

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    I am a man, without a plan, hoping to find it.

A Bohemian Dies Every Time A Bad Coffee Is Made.



I am sitting here, drinking a reasonable cup of coffee, looking pretty fashionable and sophisticated (PHOTO) and am minutes from getting in the car and going to DJ at a gig. My dad may be getting me an iPod Touch in the near future and I am not moving until I have finished my coffee.

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TROUBLED BY INSECTS said...

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