March 2011
1 post
February 2011
11 posts
January 2011
31 posts
The fucker in the rye
Don’t know you. At all. But, But, But…( and yes: maybe you are so fucking stupid)
I think I’m in love with you, seriously.
Aerial view
My flag: a third world one
My trauma: the salty effectiveness of communication
My sport: friendship nights (thanks to my local bank)
My song: Let down, by RadioHead.
My question: What were you thinking when you masturbate listening to Radiohead?
My question (B) : How old were you then?
My written: the connection between insanity and killing time as a normal person
My map: a city...
Na(r)a
Nothing, nada, nara, zero, “0”. Y después, no se le puede inhibir. Teclear. Mover sus ojos.
God: I want to download images forever. Please keep my HD healthy, strong and loyal. Squirt your faith over us.
