Saturday, April 21, 2007

Five Months Pregnant My Belly Sore

No

Man of a Thousand Faces ...
one memory ...
the same silence, smiling man with a look

lipped man being sought ....

you're lonely .... ja, I have discovered these fucked

and only while you look further invaded by strangers who combine those words that end with a name that ends while combining new memories of which you do not do party and get back on track to be without looking back desausiado ... desauciado? ...

0 comments:

Post a Comment