tugba.sen: With insomnia nothing is real, everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy ...
tugba.sen: It's a mad world
tugba.sen: and I find it kind of funny,,
tugba.sen: one and and a half-eyed monsterr
tugba.sen: the heart was made to be broken..
tugba.sen: . ydolem a raeh uoy neht
tugba.sen: me photographing
tugba.sen: böö
tugba.sen: When words leave off, music begins..
tugba.sen: Is it over?
tugba.sen: ... only the mad are sane.
tugba.sen: I can't hide it anymore..