domenica 26 ottobre 2008

Buttered requiem

This Sunday I live outside time. My heart is a gray blue morning of indifference. you you you. Your skin, your tattoo. You cause energy explosions in my brain.Emotional shocks every time I see you. Yesterday I felt caramel melting on my tongue when I realized it was you. you you you because I choose you. Because I want you to. Because you wear the jeans directly on your skin. Because you don't give a fuck. Oh, oh, oh, I see all the shit in your life. I see all the fucking things which are so fucking wrong with you.
Frank, I am stronger than you!

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