Sábado, Fevereiro 18, 2006

love will tear us apart

those of use who have been here eight months we were sitting at a bar one says just when i think i can't take it anymore i have to leave, something delays me, some indecision. i sent a child to bring me roasted pork fat and i recognized a gendarme captain from alou. he invited me to the ndungate' enthronement and we saw some canadians that didn't know the prices. we told them the prices. the gendarme told me the cost of the felt hat. yeah she said, whenever i realize how much i know...

1 Comments:

Blogger ulin said...

baby,
remember to tip it to one side and find yourself a worthy cane.

7:21 AM  

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