"I can read minds... I'm psychotic, you know."
Thoughts on the hear, know and every why... about the past, present, future; about what is, was, what could have been, and what may never be.
You can call me "casla paltac." Literally, "with only his balls," meaning, with nothing else but guts (balls). And moving forward...
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Share: "Nameless Kisses" by Jardine
Nameless Kisses
Jardine
Oh nameless kisses!
By the time they are noticed
they have gone away.
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