Maria is in every fiber of this bed-linnen unwashed since summer.
Oh, hey! How are you doing?
For a dead person I'm doing remarkably well.
She says she wants to make me hate her.
Maybe I could if she wasn't sick.
Maybe I could if she wasn't leaving.
Maybe I could if she didn't want me to.
Hate is energy. I have none.
E=MC2 We fucked well.
Post je objavljen 24.10.2007. u 13:31 sati.