When Do You Take Sleep Eze

shout loudly to say nothing girly break

I've seen everything. Your new head that contrasts with your latest color shirts HR manager. Can these old boots that you hang always been, thou hast trimbalées to Manhattan. A few blocks away, I have not stopped t'espionner. Whenever I walk past the apartment, I look at what is hanging in the windows. It's stronger than me, there is a part of my sensuality that I have never left home.

I do not know recognize happiness other than in extreme release of my knuckles broken struggling on a keyboard barely worn. Writing is my ship and walk away from the others. I'm suddenly a younger version of Diane Dufresne not seeing me on the sidelines giving the strange impression of immobility, but always in parallel.

There are no stars in my sky urban lights that ephemeral nuances little noticed. I remember your hands too shaky to hold anything. There was a time when I would have responded differently.

I keep feeling the cold between my thighs and I forbid you by the 2D image of the murdered man, for me the luxury of a life while you sketch your apple to the fullest.

You always come back instinctively in my worst moments of weakness. When I question my choices, Directorates of business and all the invisible door that is unpronounceable unreserved like clothes everyday. I have only one certainty, that of writing unto death, even if I pay for my art a bronze in silence sank a few.