From nowhere it came. It knows my name.
September 16, 2010 § Leave a comment
And it scares the hell out of me an urgency like listening to Yann Tierson whilst typing I can’t care less I could I guess…but why contrive some marginal feeling like alterations to a zigzag reel that sends one spinning. God. Speak hebrew, could you? I can’t care less.
Please do not defrost this half a soul this almost whole this fraction of a girl.