My skin feels like it works backwards and says "hey, you go sail the world now," while It's still cozy under my sunglasses, which make me look like an asshole, I am an asshole and I wonder why the world doesn't come running to me.
Sometimes children make me happy though I can't ever conceive the idea of having one. HAVING one.
I'm at work. THIS IS WHERE I WORK and what is that all about?
Scooting off now and being dangerous.
hey dude! thanks so much for the rec. I still have your list at my fingertips, but it's hard enough to find even novels in english in sweden, let alone poets.
ReplyDeleteI'm eagerly waiting my ability to get my hands on them.