sexta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2008

big wet bottle in my hand, big wet rose in my mouth


and then she said:
it's all for you.
i'm a festival, i'm a parade, i'm a birthday candle, i'm a perfect piece of ass...

and he said:
yes you are... you're put together beautifully.
nothing can touch us tonight.

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

...Ele devia ter o sabor do Verão, das coisa breves e fugazes, que a memória nos faz recordar como felizes...