If You Had Hiv How Often Would You Get Sick

So what can I do with cheap honesty?

The days come and go.

I hate people who embrace lean when I cock my hips.

I hate when he tells me about her, as if he did not understand that I do not want to know, I do not want to talk about it, that not even want to imagine. What

strobe heads of other worlds. Who do you think
healed, who do you think is available, who do you believe in love and all who seek to bring home the gold fish from the fishing hook with the swans.

I have no doubt that the fish wrapped roll with laughter in a room full of shit self-produced oxygen and chewed.

I have trouble falling asleep without thinking that tomorrow I will be still here, still there, still with me somewhere else and all that comes with me, day by day, turn around, to prick.

the green apples are in Italy, I buy at the supermarket Tam Tam for 15 and UAH 70 kopeks when I feel like crying. I like to cut them into thin slices. With the same procedure. I know only one way to cut a green apple.

this morning I woke to the sound of the alarm clock and I thought that there are green apples in Italy, have sent all the Tam Tam in Italy so I do not console me and be ordered to never cry in front of a computer without the words then it gets dirty and squirts.

If I had a son that I had his eyes and the same way that he has to fear. I wish it were capable of so much power, but with a heart much bigger, as big as what I put on the fireplace to dry.

If I had a son that I had hands big enough to crack nuts without the help of the nutcrackers.

If I were a dog I'd rather encounter the night, waving a paw and come back to nest without asking me questions.

Another day goes on, one less day here, one more than elsewhere.
crying And I'll become old with the mouth downwards, and even a flower in her hair to dry.