domingo, 3 de junio de 2012
last night I saw a great sofa left on the street of nyc city with out love forlom , desolate last night i ask for kindness , and they give some other superficial thing. last night i bike to 345 romantic street apt 2b . and nobody was there. las night all the boys where girls on angry pigs hearts. last night i ask for love. and i didn find it anywhere. people write shallow things on internet , that is all about . some vietnam war inside them . shallow graves shallow monkeys shallow preatty shallow love writing powerful in the silence of empty, that is what we have. i have a elefant on my finger , i have no friend around me . i am here in new york alone by myself. feel my pain husban feel my experience wife the people that i loved , come inside me tonight.