off the train.
enough is enough.
if he had not realized I'm not well.
indeed, as Marcellus says wallas , "never been so far from the feel good !"...
off the train.
I broke my dick ... I broke my fucking university me, you, this hot dishes to bring to four pennies, examinations because to do my make sacrifices to pay for my studies, had never a penny in my pocket, money to spend those four I have always and only for drinking and smoking.
I broke your fucking give give give give and never receive anything ...
I broke my fucking this constant lack of balance and justice in the world and my life in particular. I broke my dick.
I broke your fucking always having to stand there and pick up the crumbs of the emotions of people!
and honestly, I have seriously broken the cock that never, nothing, should be easy!
go down the train.
are the 4 in the afternoon in town and are empty and crumbling that smells like gasoline. does a hot lady and the very air I paste it on!
and I do not give absolutely nothing, because I broke my cock!
seeking a pay phone, found one in a corner of a plaza full of dusty rubble . looks like the day after the nuclear disaster, only that there are old people out of the section of the PD who play card games.
they all turn, and I step straight because I broke my dick.
the phone is just right under the one ray of sunshine dazzling red-hot throughout the country, I think ...
throw the phone down, it's so hot that when in contact with the ear skin feel melt. I cling with all my strength and threw in 50 cents . began to beat on the hot buttons.
there were a place, and a moment ... a place and a time that there have been a bit 'of years ago, now ... one place and one time when everything was easy and everything was nice and everything seemed to go forever, just, and only, the right way!
I broke your fucking try to move on, to convince myself that tomorrow will be better.
because the truth is that when you find a shred of happiness, pure and simple you have to keep close with the tooth and nail, because tomorrow will be better.
will not be anything better.
I ended up in a small village in the province of cock caserta , clinging to a public telephone heated by the sun, with the eyes of all the senior citizens of the square pinned on his back.
want to go back to that place and at that time.
want to go back to when everything was beautiful and everything was easy.
Dorothy in the Wizard of oz , clicked his heels and go home.
I tap on the keys card clothing, and his eyes narrowed.
want to cry.
I'd love to cry ... but crying never helped, indeed, has only created problems.
0033 ...
resume my life from the exact spot where I had left!
or at least I try.
if he had not realized I'm not well.
indeed, as Marcellus says wallas , "never been so far from the feel good !"...
off the train.
I broke my dick ... I broke my fucking university me, you, this hot dishes to bring to four pennies, examinations because to do my make sacrifices to pay for my studies, had never a penny in my pocket, money to spend those four I have always and only for drinking and smoking.
I broke your fucking give give give give and never receive anything ...
I broke my fucking this constant lack of balance and justice in the world and my life in particular. I broke my dick.
I broke your fucking always having to stand there and pick up the crumbs of the emotions of people!
and honestly, I have seriously broken the cock that never, nothing, should be easy!
go down the train.
are the 4 in the afternoon in town and are empty and crumbling that smells like gasoline. does a hot lady and the very air I paste it on!
and I do not give absolutely nothing, because I broke my cock!
seeking a pay phone, found one in a corner of a plaza full of dusty rubble . looks like the day after the nuclear disaster, only that there are old people out of the section of the PD who play card games.
they all turn, and I step straight because I broke my dick.
the phone is just right under the one ray of sunshine dazzling red-hot throughout the country, I think ...
throw the phone down, it's so hot that when in contact with the ear skin feel melt. I cling with all my strength and threw in 50 cents . began to beat on the hot buttons.
there were a place, and a moment ... a place and a time that there have been a bit 'of years ago, now ... one place and one time when everything was easy and everything was nice and everything seemed to go forever, just, and only, the right way!
I broke your fucking try to move on, to convince myself that tomorrow will be better.
because the truth is that when you find a shred of happiness, pure and simple you have to keep close with the tooth and nail, because tomorrow will be better.
will not be anything better.
I ended up in a small village in the province of cock caserta , clinging to a public telephone heated by the sun, with the eyes of all the senior citizens of the square pinned on his back.
want to go back to that place and at that time.
want to go back to when everything was beautiful and everything was easy.
Dorothy in the Wizard of oz , clicked his heels and go home.
I tap on the keys card clothing, and his eyes narrowed.
want to cry.
I'd love to cry ... but crying never helped, indeed, has only created problems.
0033 ...
resume my life from the exact spot where I had left!
or at least I try.
no llores hija my
yo no las loses esperansas
not cry, my child, I have not lost hope
ost : victoria, keny Arkana
excuse the moment of killing : tomorrow will be better!
there Please, continue to repeat it.
there Please, continue to repeat it.
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