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.
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...
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.