In god we thrust
In gold we rush
In fold we're crushed
Infant we're lost
In blob we're sucked
In pie we're crust
In blog we post
In code we crash

Cheezy

Tobacco goes into a room (sneaky way), along the walls (no sound), into the bassinette (third step of the podium) and kills a baby (no ransom).

P.S. Yeah, I can be cheezy.

Good read or luck

Bye bye, Princess.

I love your pilosity.

It's super-cold outside.
I'm going to light a cigarette
in your bedroom.

GODDAMLIFESUMTIMES

Allright.

Good night,
You piss me off
and I love you
really really hard.

«Denis trouve que tu es une fille facile.»

Je ne prend plus suffisamment le temps de m'asseoir avec de la musique devant l'ordinateur, avec de la musique, dans l'unique but d'écrire.

I fuck mothers.