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June 20, 2009
Like in a bad hard metal video, the moment they started playing the skies opened with thunder, lightnings and a flood of mad rain. I stared into the sky and burned the flashes into my retine, if I had drunk more or been just a bit madder I would have ran into that rain in hopes it will dissolve me, make me disappear. Instead I avoided myself and everything else, only partially awake I danced and chatted although what I would have really wanted then was to be on my own, erase everything and everyone with a big rubber eraser.