Throat Still Hurts Not Strep

Look, I could fill pages with songs that I owned.
would not be anything too original. Nothing is original, and everything was invented.
But are these songs-tractor. Songs that remove debris and names, and passions rise buildings, which walls crumble and collapse to me.


I can not be so different from everyone else, I have found thousands of "orgasms" Sometimes there are letters that happened to me before someone else write it.
I have wasted my time, among other things, and I am about to vomit when I get the nausea, because I was taught that it's rude.


People look at you usually do not understand you. Hide, like you and me. Some hide better than others, but all they do.


And laugh at your nice words and your words melancholy sigh, and maybe even release tears when talking about sad things. They do not understand the real essence-if it exists, but I think that if I chose.


Look, I really tired to explain. And I'm tired because I understand that it is not so much to explain, but the movement of my mouth when I have verbal diarrhea. The mandible has been made, no doubt, for best moves to talk, kissing (you) and eating (I), for example. I've learned to try to understand important things in words is mostly useless if the caller does not know the language of the eyes or gestures.


My hands and fingers have spoken better for me for many years. But my mouth is a bitch, which is dedicated to trivia and bring a smile to many people (though not deserving).


We know so much longer. We understood that it was not worth asking, or if, but already the same.
Because ... I keep both and I thought you knew, was useless.
Who defines what is waste time. Your time, mine, my parents proud.
How to convince the minutes you had your company have to teach me something.


I always diversion of initial topics.
always imagine scenes and upload it to your voice volume, and added scenery and background music, and added that look at me, and I put hats on people, and kisses dramatic cigarette and red wine, and rains, and we see in black and white, and we're drunk, and there is joy, and there are tears and film and bohemian.


I always planned diversion. I always lose sometimes north.


Sunday that sometimes eat to fill, and were full of bad intentions, that they forget and Monday.


It has happened.
and also happened to me I will not forget how long my hair looks in the mirror.
And you passed that you forget how you saw my long hair in the mirror.
"You look beautiful," he said.
course, if man does not hesitate to tell a woman that looks beautiful on all fours with her back to me.


see, everything is relative. Including expensive meals or cheap condoms.
went out of fashion And my few conditions.
terror And it gives us no power to stay out of the pond.
ponds are dirty, you can not see through them.