She knows where it will lead her. There is no way that bitter taste can let her forget why she keeps on doing that. For some sorts of pain are just able to ease others.
In the end, she's nothing more than a(n) (in)conscious moth. And her new friend, the heatless flame.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Centrípeta em legato Permissivo demasiado Azul, Espiral
Cheiro de mangas e de cristais Tatuada Quis, o Chão queima
Três, Sete, Dez com Onze desrolha deixa Repete Maculando
Convergente linha ponto Era uma a vez bem Me soa
Monday, July 28, 2008
Passou-me ao lado teu linguarejo. Bastaram o asco e a repulsa em teu rosto estampados, o dedo acusador apontando indiscretamente. Teatro gratuito num aeroporto. Mulher, sei que não é bonito. Agradeço, todavia, a lembrança.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sorry for not being morally better not.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Slowly, in a world of illusion, lies become like facts.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Notas furtivas de prazeres revisitados
Tamponam corando fugas ao dever
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I don't like it when you smoke.
Heh, sorry, can't help it.
I missed you this week.
Thanks.
... Diana...
Hum?
I miss you.
... Oh... Thank you. I guess...
Note to self: Never handle such matters whilst drunk again.
