Many share an enecdote of
cultured bears and caracals in the summer state of the west grand. We, the
thousand youthwreckers, have barricaded and took cover while having our
favorite tiramisu backed with music from a band of sets. The willows out in the
open are like shoegazers who speak in delay or "arajua" as we call
it. They often ponder on the affairs of the vacant.