you win some, you lose some
I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because it’s snowing outside
and that I understood when you said
this was wrong... more »
my problem is that i try to hold onto slippery things.
and you are an eel
at three in the afternoon, or in the early morning, it’s always the same:
the sting that lingers on my skin is your devotion to me... more »
What is it about a kitchen that just begs to get its ass kicked?
Is it the sight of all the teacups and unwashed glasses, sitting there like they pay the rent?... more »