… stories of donalds…
Words single potatoes. Deep-fry. Frizzled names. Eye contact disrupted by evaporating fluid. Thick fluid of non-communication. She’s given up.
Dropped words.
Abandon Grease.
Grab another fry? Sunny fries. Shiny as your teeth.
Abandon Grase.
Synthetic Onion on Salty Silence.
… oneness…
I saw you and me in a dazzle of flames, remarkably hot flames of irresistible passion. Passion that we could not resist. That we did not want to resist. That we did not dare to stop. We were tightly entangled in a fasten embrace. We were sweating from heating, nothing could split us apart but death. But even death would fail in these powerful circumstances. Glaring red lights reinforced a strong sexual attraction for each other. I was excited. I was aroused. And I was scared. Yet I decided to go for my feelings. To lose control. I have waited so long to share my feelings with you! You would love me forever and I will love you to death and longer.
… run …
Messages ran all over town
Words without sound
Condemned me
And left me for dead
All over again
It wasn’t the first time, but this time
Things will never be the same.
…
first earthquake in my life
…sungroaning…
There was no you in my dreams last night, just shadow envelopes. Skróciłeś bez dźwięku,
…new beginning…
another round over and all I ask is to trust and understand
victoria…
…as for the fears we all go through… bless you. max
…victor(y)…
love.
Amaka i Tata.
Spotkanie po latach.
…how is…
waking up again…with his face on my mind, cluttered up by his frowns dying to find out when precisely this all started. was it March 2006 or November 2008? the beginnings… are those such indispensable to understand the core of proceedings? how…