Beautiful word.
Verbrauchsmusik
Music without lasting value, written to be used and discarded quickly.
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Life, as seen from the eyes of a hopeless narcissist. A true story of one man's journey through life's little pleasures and pointless struggles; a man whose last friends died 65 million years ago; a man who believes evolution has taken a step back after Velociraptors...
This is the inspirational story of his life, his experiences, joys, sorrows, women and dinosaurs; his sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic escapades and his one true love: himself.
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February
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- I stand smitten.
- Varun alias H.Ramasamy
- I had quite forgotten what it feels to be eighteen...
- A appeal for fair play
- Observations that don't mean a thing - 1
- Those early suckers
- My choice of language for discussions with people ...
- The moral satisfaction of being fair doesn't matte...
- Dinosaurs and my hairy balls
- We don't serve beef or pork productsWhat does a ma...
- Freedom of speech and all sorts of crap
- Beautiful word.VerbrauchsmusikMusic without lastin...
- All that matters is
- Life, or something like it.
- Enne kadumi me
- So much has changed in the last two months and so ...
- Sometimes I feel distanced from life. so much happ...
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