Wednesday, March 2, 2011

First Birthday Tutu Dress

Love Hurts

I'm angry. My favorite tea cup the been killed this morning. It is difficult to find the right words in a moment.
But it is another thing that led me to write today. What has made it out of my egg virgin lace I call bed. In this post, hazards being stupid and not know.

- Who is the fox?
- I, sir. I've been giving the lot with a married man in front of a sick child asleep a few meters from us.

sometimes feel guilty when you feel like you have a storm over, and there is only one way to take away the storms off. Say sorry. "
Sometimes the words "sorry" means "I give you," or "really sorry", even "I'll do without you." What
what I mean?
I introduce the man who disappeared one night after the presentation to Harvey and I did not see (I put names to my eggs. The Harvey today is, yesterday was named David).
Man who disappeared one night after the presentation to Harvey and I did not see, meet all these people that I do not care.
I'll let you invent the first excuse, "Blah, blah, blah ... I can not go," Blah, blah, blah ... I could not call back, "Blah, blah, blah ... I'm Dr. Ego and you simply silly. "
Thanks for telling me what I know.
The best way to learn from your mistakes is to take your back.
I assure you that all things great and small that I care in the world, my family being large, the operation of my cat, the cure for cancer,
and small, any type of sport, the fucking wind and , aliens, I assure you that your name would not appear.
Can we talk in the room "no longer fill my head with false hopes?
talk a lot, too.
Too much, too much, too much, too much, too.

to close the street forever forgotten,
you never get into it to see you, you will not be pretty, you go to death.
-E.Bunbury-


Sometimes love is better to bury it ... underground.

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