Não há descrição possível. A sério. Eu já tentei. O blogger ameaçou excluir-me do activismo blogueiro porque, convenhamos, é escusado. Mesmo. For reals.
31.10.11
... quero um beijo que me diga futuro. não um que apenas relembre o passado.
I should have her. She should be mine. I know it. I watch her stumble on life as she's drank too much of every alcoholic substance there is. And yet, she's the only one sober enough not to see this. She should be mine.
The world waits for it. I wait for it. Why is she not longing for it? Is she THAT a stupid of a person ? How dare she avoid me?
I pursuit her, stalk her, smell her breath as she sleeps, her fresh strawberry-ish scent in the morning, I dream of her falling prey to my will, and yet...