Red Pot On Tip Of Nose How To Rid Of It

Ready to go

conversations, messages developed in waking hours.
Being an open book, encrypted in the words you humbly deigns to call poetry. But writing always fails, reluctance to plans, by mistake, uncertainty.
insomnia Having the tag affixed to the tag dream, exchanging languages \u200b\u200band sighs.
Every so simple glimpse of light and spit black bitches.

look at me.

is green grass green

three seagulls dying little by little on the beach

green sun in his last ray.

and you look at me

but look at me

that I run out of pens, fountains, candies,

all the trinkets and treasures offered one day.

but look at me

lest they get distracted

and I disappear.

March 2011

and dawn might sound like this ... (Because I was listening to Rilo Kiley this theme is perfect for this time of my life)

"and i say I've got my best shoes on

I'm ready to go (ready to go)"