Careful, only as a shaver can slide up her legs, time passes as it never returns, body lotion only on the replica
A spring evening, instead, I want to watch Sunset Boulevard for its kitsch where is it calling me, this so called destiny
… anyway, my eyes wander with the crack
Could I really teach anyone poetic justice of the letter, literally…
This is directed, yes, it is different to other mid-April days, in other years. Looking at the faded A &S on my keyboard, I want to deface Freud’s theory (whereas I agree, amputate is the suitable synonym). There is no other way. LINK or fade