"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, March 17, 2005
SHARE: "like a field of dry cogon, my soul burns" by roh mih
like a field of dry cogon, my soul burns by roh mih
like a field of dry cogon, my soul burns with desire; no one, no one comes to collect the ashes
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