pain on sale

noone strokes my genius.
deaf date.
blind date.
insuficient memory.
memory overload.
restless.
were you just another riser to lunacy?
i'm still the same idiot.
running, longing, crying, drawing, writing, pool hopping, party crasher, tree hugger, chain smoker, anti blogger, just
hopelesly devoted
to
you.
noone strokes my genius like you do.

poltroon

leprechaun showed who his master is.

recipee

it'll take ONE kiss.

cherry O's

decrepid genome. the little metrosexual did not live up to thy expectations. the property was flawless though. and only if you like overly manicured lawns in nature.
church goers. not that i have anything against it, but man! that's a bit much, no?
oh, moonchild, where art thou?
you make me feel free, you make me feel real, you don't give a fuck about cheese knife etiquette, you know music, you know me, you know art, you don't care about matching colours, you abandon me. i abandon you as well. i miss our love. we'll burn in hell for letting it slip away.
never felt lonelier.
no missed calls.