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Revolutionary Pen
As a man, buy it.
buy the surplus, leaving the need to the satisfaction of the worst periods.
Well, back from Milan and I stop in a stationery shop. It requires
pens White to write the batch number on the back of some bottles.
I'll take four, nine euros.
The bill, however, is not finished, so it's ready to take off.
In a small gesture of hesitation, the cashier sees me take the stairs, struck by sudden impulse to showcase colorful.
A brat. Bright eyes, I settle compulsively jacket, I try the ATM. Tac.
Too late.
wooden pen and pencil.
an abnormal fetish for someone like me who does not write in 1993, I think the personal and artistic crisis of Axl Rose. Not only a pen, pencil, also the subject virtually unknown to the undersigned, useful only to dirty sheets during exercises in technical drawing (maximum grade 4).
In a triumphant return home. In the era of the touch pad I throw myself, with an awkward gesture, in the world of touch paper.
A revolution? No. A simple
compulsive buying. But
write something, in short, all the failures start with a try, any ideas leave a mark.
and a pen seems a good idea.
As a man, buy it.
buy the surplus, leaving the need to the satisfaction of the worst periods.
Well, back from Milan and I stop in a stationery shop. It requires
pens White to write the batch number on the back of some bottles.
I'll take four, nine euros.
The bill, however, is not finished, so it's ready to take off.
In a small gesture of hesitation, the cashier sees me take the stairs, struck by sudden impulse to showcase colorful.
A brat. Bright eyes, I settle compulsively jacket, I try the ATM. Tac.
Too late.
wooden pen and pencil.
an abnormal fetish for someone like me who does not write in 1993, I think the personal and artistic crisis of Axl Rose. Not only a pen, pencil, also the subject virtually unknown to the undersigned, useful only to dirty sheets during exercises in technical drawing (maximum grade 4).
In a triumphant return home. In the era of the touch pad I throw myself, with an awkward gesture, in the world of touch paper.
A revolution? No. A simple
compulsive buying. But
write something, in short, all the failures start with a try, any ideas leave a mark.
and a pen seems a good idea.
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