you porno-induced zombie! shut my conscience (and delete it for good) it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error. what is it? a discreet anomalism
" awake? caffeine, it must be friend of mine. this body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced. I'm so tired, so verily tired... is it day already
and orgasms combined, I swear. don't worry girl, everythin' is going to be alright. can't wait till she sober up and realise what is truly happening
has for my soul... it is floating over some greyish magenta, watching me losing conscience from a good distance... solaris is dimly shinning, and is
remembered that I have an optic sense. ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley. down there, an ant-like man is wandering
humans, do. beholding such a fatality leave you empty with bitter grief. life seem to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence, but sorrow is
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise. a defect, no one'll ever see it coming. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance
next episode. she must be so beautiful, I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much. the mystery in itself, of her real self, is far more
you're not important. being unique is a concept! yeah, it's you! who are investing way too much time, over the uselessness of the self. the guinea