And I watch you and you judge me and you open the door of my first floor’s fridge and you take a bottle of gin and I pledge to the ones leaving the cage and/or the stage to live on the edge. Oh, no no no, it’s so dangerous and so strange. And you fall asleep on your spongy kitschy couch but not before I pour you one more double scotch.
photo: couples therapy - polly becker
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while the ones in the grave should shave and leave the cave.
why not >>unicum<<, my firend?
Ora, adică despre dragoste şi câţi demoni?
ano, uuu, pare’a fi tinctură de iod!
101, normal :D negri cu pete albe.
:)) 101 marţieni
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