P-chan's messy head
Californication’s end of season three was disastrous. I wish underage fucking wouldn’t remind me so much of my ex. I got ID’d when buying my friend a beer. The cashier found out I was ten years older than I was supposed to. She blushed. I’m sure it’s not my height; it’s those damn freckles. I’m Read More …
Reaching out for the arms of solitude Feeling this earthquake’s magnitude Only one thing is resolute That’s your version of verisimilitude Your authenticity continues to elude The tone of your voice is subdued Your life ends after the prelude Might as well add an interlude One sentence suffices to conclude Your failure, decadence and attitude Read More …
Every time I try to give my mum something, I seem to fail miserably. It ends up with her not wanting it, insisting on NOT wanting to keep it. She doesn’t know what to do with what I give her, as if it’s not relevant for her to have it. It makes me want to Read More …
Today was a mess. All those grey clouds knew this beforehand. I’m tired of being generous, pretending that I like you (shut my mouth). If I have to decide whether to meet up with you or stay home to read a book, I will obviously go for the book (step on my face). I have nothing Read More …