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Almost 2 weeks in Paris suburbia.

Tears, tears all over� Cried in front of my best friend, couldn�t stop.

Saturday I�ve painted again. Oh so good.

Thom Yorke on TV, on stage. Why does this guy touch me so much?

Yesterday I screamed with every single tracks of OK Computer. Night. Candle. This is my strong medicine�

I want to live like an Indian. This is the image of heaven�

I want to be me. Everything I can be, have to be.

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