Bloody Bitchy Red

I have noticed that your joy may be open-ended forms of often trivial and little joy, which for many can be cruel, but for you ... for you how to be the largest delight .. replicating the morning swimming in the cold lake and the body will continuously disturb the lines of waves, which crowds perform frontal attack .. told you .. upstream .. but us because he always was .. and I will always represent your lips whisper .. bloody bitchy red .. you didnt asked why .. today, especially in the flannel shirt for grandpa .. Come climb out .. lets light up some wet cigarettes .. from forehead drops slowly come together and form one big .. received by you in the eye .. they told me .. but I kept silent .. rapid movements of the hand you touched your eyes and the last .. residues mascara you blurred on licit .. If I could I would smear on your whole face .. once you provoke me to things that I wouldnt do or say .. to matters such as this morning .. can we slouch in winter to stop and wait for the earliest bus .. we could go to explore that empty city .. We can continue to imagine scenarios of life .. can we? .. nevertheless, we were done here .. leaning on the wet wood .. shrouded in smoke .. is calm .. and quiet .. divine .. I taste nothing change .. I taste nothing goes wrong .. blinding us first rays .. and me on the fingers shows just how much sun do you see .. rose without a single word and pass me surreal winter .. back .. I know .. I sit in the same place and the sun shining in my eyes constantly .. many countless times I wanted to go .. and thou, although I remain, not yet come back.