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Morbid music taste, quite a happy life.

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Total Playtime – 134 days and 2 hours

Unique tracks – 12,317
Average time per day – 1 hours and 32 minutes
Average time per year – 23 days and 9 hours

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Докато другите крещят или говорят за изкуство,
самотният човек на масата лови мухите и ги пуска.

Но ако пише стихове, той непременно ще остави
една сълза в очите или драскотина в паметта ви...

Борис Христов


The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.
Robert Frost


Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul

Leonard Cohen


Аз съм нещо злобно,
изпълнено с омраза,
бягайте от мене като
от зараза, от проказа.
Ксения Соболева


The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound


Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Sylvia Plath

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