November 2008
Jag trodde att jag visste hur det var att vara mållös men jag hade aldrig varit det på riktigt förrän ikväll. Jag håller helt med Maria; "Jag fick verkligen omv&a
The letters that you left behind No longer shall I read Your blood is between the pages And I can't stand to see bleed If you're born with a love for the wrote and the writ People of letters your war
Smoking papers to the crimson flashing bars Drinking cocktail, wine or cottage cream and passing strangers cars Live in one-room housing, with a roof to meet the sky Spelling Jesus, won't you please u