"yes!" is my favourite answer

i took a dancer home, she felt so alone.

we stayed up all night in the kitchen, doing my dishes on, until the dawn.

she said 'i know it´s easy to have me, but i have seen some things that i can not even tell to my family, pictures that i´m full of fictions and fucking addictions, and i miss my mother'

she still remembers your touch, and i know that it´s not much, but you still haven´t lost her.

my lovelife itches between scholarship and frenzy - latin makes most sense (both mind,money and chills)

and my friend quivers by that mere human touch - darling dont you think that its totally divine .

what she asked of me - A. do you ? and B. do I? - and affectionately i accepted thine hands between my ribs


it's not a tense of anything
thus is like, therefore.

someone asked me in school while wandering
"so where is your weary lover?" and i smashed my greedy hands and grined " oh well THESE ARE THE RICHES OF THE POOR!"