Don't ask me why.

Every disaster made us wish for more, for something bigger, grander, more sweeping. Don De Lillo. White Noise.

Sometimes their death makes me want to die. And sell though I must, I do so with a heavy heart. Since I love them in spite of everything. Forgive us, giants. Please, forgive us for disturbing your nest.

You're a sight.

Magic intercourse, boiling, jointed and unfamiliar lovemaking, miracle so much awaited, unexpected masterpiece. This story is repeated endless times. For as long as they wish…
Right. They could still change their mind. One of them just suddenly needs to close.

Show's over. Bye.

🎧 Spooky. Dusty Springfield. - Venice bitch. Lana Del Rey.