The Bible didn't mention us, not even once

[x_reverie_x]

On the porch, I loved mixed drinks while Jerzy told me that you like someone because, and that you love someone although. I'm sick of going back and forth in vain. I want to be with you on the Costa Rican beach (sun permitting) and shake Maricello's hand and off-road to the nightclubs, inebriated and free. Be here now. I can't have anymore middle-aged men threatening me with guns for waiting for you at your old house.




Critical laughter.