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Karl Ruprecht Kroenen
Everything goes to hell...
...anyway!
And that was my winter ... 
6th-Mar-2015 10:58 am
The pain on my neck that reflects down my entire arm and numbs my fingers is still strong after 3 whole months.

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Every time I toutch the guitar I suffer.
Yet I write at least one song every week.
Every time I toutch the whip I suffer.
Yet I have someone bound and gagged on my floor frequently.
Every time I toutch a book I suffer.
Yet I read everyday.
And so far, no doctor knows what is wrong with me exactly.
I'm also quite poor at the moment, so no travelsn and no purchases In the horizon.
I am emotionally detached from all sorts of feelings that indicate I still have a heart. This frankly saves me a lot of grief.

And weirdly enough, I find myself pleased with life at the moment. And I smile a lot.

I have more playmates than I can handle and this keeps me very busy and my whips shiny.
No time to think deep thoughts and get lost in the craving of grey matter.

I don't bother anymore.

To round it up, Physical Pain, Inspirational Diarrhea and Carnal Pleasures.

That was my winter.


How was yours?


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Karl Ruprecht Kroenen
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