Letter for Supervixen girl and there is really something that makes me feel anxious. Come on let's go and me and Louise we simulate stories of love and kisses, glances and trains by opening up the door to my favorite room, the one with the chandelier hanging from scacciaspiriti and jingling bells dangling colorful and mystical scare me during the crisis. What seemed like a long past, but no. Want to hot baths and scented salts for me. Hot items to warm the atmosphere. Soap bubbles and bubble bath from Bologna who I love so much, dirty girl. Why do you want to do everything that I do? Because I respect you.
Prevents Smiths to play again for me. I have to protect themselves. Letter for Supevixen girl in the mouth and biscuits Athens Doria. Noise this month I arrived after 20 days. Melodic taste and I would love if I were male. Moldy Peaches Lazy Confession and greet me happy.
Lazy Confession. Come on let's go. Lazy Confession. Wonder at the colored notes that I walk around my house. Volume ball. Hard fall on the ground below me and comics. Happy to be affected by loved ones, too bad I can not speak. Will you call me again? I have some more dubts.
glitter attached to the legs. Various teas. Peaches in my thoughts.
Two seconds of incomprehension. I do not believe. And I am still a bit 'to focus on facts not yet happened. And I am still a bit 'with the eyes out the window. Look, Scatter languid everywhere. Scattered books at home, on desks and dark pink curtains. Tone starts still not giving me something of his own. Travel books and confused friends and strange thoughts that m'appartengono. Discs that can not m'appartengono. Evening in the company of Gino's Pizza, Coca-Cola and music that appeals to Tuma. This is one of my favorite songs. Yes, I imagine, is really yours. Brain shattered thoughts in Joy Division, that since I saw the other video I do not imagine that with the guitarist. Still glitter and legs. Implosions dominate the lives of the country. Someone yells something vaguely political in the square. Punk rock to women in this too. Maybe. And thank goodness that i lost.
I no longer want to chase unrealistic dreams. Headache and psychosis and neurosis chase in my mind. And citomegalovirosi. And sleep around the clock, while I hear my Belle & Sebastian.
Kisses.
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