Shugarhi Your words violate my soul. 010921
distorted tendencies Of my physical body. And I liked it. 010921
freakizh good for the stress. 010922
tyrsia of parking, there are three. unpaid and unknown. the guilt still lurks there behind the crumpled papers and waste.

of soul, there are many. the guilt has long drowned in the taste of flat soda and cigarettes. the eyes of passers-by who judge without purpose.
what's it to you?
who go