Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
i'm in the sky when i'm on the floor the world's a mess and you're my only cure there's no time for me to act mature the only words i know are "more, more" and "more"
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(41)
-
▼
July
(15)
- And here you come, with a cup of tea Wreathed in s...
- 'you re my desktop background'
- our endless days are numbered
- who's gonna sit on your face when i'm gone?
- drive IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT
- ''Devastatingly attractive''
- Eve had tasted every kind of apple. Adam hasn’t ta...
- amor es angustia.i am in london and the weather is...
- We stick together like dirty horse flies
- The danger of an adventure is worth a thousand da...
- son of a gun by the vaselines
- what a hottie
- leave no trace
- i want a white horse and a nose ring alright
- ICELOLLY BREAKFASTS, SUPER-TAN, SEAGULLS, SHANGRIL...
-
▼
July
(15)
No comments:
Post a Comment