13 November 2012
Typewriters and cigarettes left, left the window on the desk, left the theatre of magic on a wall of dirt for a...
Ropy cup of tea in a suburbs mall, with my best tights, I left home even the will to fight, but then you start the blablabla and...
Nothing in particular, I curse education and hormones. I said it, I left in the typewriter my will to fight With me just my nice tights.
You Say Love I Say Hormones • Opuss № I