green pumpkins
Нищо общо с главния.Дишаш. Кихаш. Just to stay warm. Be honest. Eat honey. Sell cookies. You search for shelter to calm the storm, shaking for an instinct... time, give me time, I’ll be fine. I am colour-blind. If love was red, then she was colour-blind. All her friends...! The friends are green pumpkins standing on the balcony while they’re drunk. И тогава я прегръщаш след като си целувал някой друг на земята и си спал в нечии трети ръце. И това се повтаря като филм, като шоу, или пийп-шоу, все тая. И после правиш грешки, докато пишеш на английски, хахах and that’s just Fine! ‘cos the complications are too much, but you donno what the consequences are. Shit... happens... every... day... to all the people... not the good ones only.
Хей, кифличке! Sweet pumpkin on the balcony, you were so drunk and you so donno what’s happened inside... shaking for an instinct but still staying outside, trying to get sober. And I’ve gotta pee. ‘I was standing, you were there. And they could never tear us apart’, hahah. An orange by my side, it’s so orange. And then I got high.‘Let’s get drunk on Saturday’ has always been the answer (of my prayers) – the ultimate answer of the ultimate question.
posted by dete @ 3:37 сл.об.
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