Sultana is one among quite a few women in my life that told she'd like to have a child with me. Hm? How come these women disappear from my life so soon then, ha? I don't quite understand that. Only one of the very first ones managed to trick me (?) into having a baby, it must have been her youth...
Maybe I'm also one "from the chosen people", destined to remain unbelonging and dispossesed? My particular curse is that I have no faith on my own, hardly any of it left. Not much future like that.
Oh-oh. Getting too sober and serious and miserable again. Time to stop. See you over another pint of beer.
Post je objavljen 13.05.2008. u 20:55 sati.