My will depend on my addictions .. sublime as dirty gray smoke wafting in the air of a cold February, I was naked in front of a mirror and a virgin broken, confused burning in the heart of another youthful dream, the smell of melancholy, and bestiality cum .. "like a nail fat heals my age, "while anesthetized another story in half, divide the distance kilometers of asphalt is wet .. the error, the special need to fly, to feel my goosebumps rise, a ' Last night the day care of a morning without effect, when stretched out under the stars waiting for something that is not there, the rainbow colored glass and gasoline power plant of choice, a cold room has a body without a soul, you are the only it makes me feel special .. like an indelible stain on the dress of your birthday party, blowing away the sadness I get lost in the infinity of a memory.
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