Que no duerma otra noche, si no es contigo. Te echo de menos. ♥
lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010
Cook
- What have you done?- Don't be stupid, Cook. She told me all about you too. There was much to correct in that girl. I almost managed it. Perhaps I still can.
- You... you did something to my friend.
- This is waisting time. Would you kneel down, please?
- Mr. Foster...
- Dr. Foster, actually. Kneel down please.
- I don't think you know what I am, mate.
- I think I do. You're nothing. You don't deserve that girl, and you know... I do.
- I'm a fucking waste of space. I'm just a stupid kid. I got no sense. Criminal. I'm no fucking use, mate. I am nothing. So please... please, get into your.. you know... into your bonce that you killed my friend. And... I'm Cook. I'M COOK!!!
Fuck Me. Fuck you. Fuck everything.
martes, 16 de marzo de 2010
Little things.

Báilame el agua. Úntame de amor y otras fragancias de tu jardín secreto. Sácame de quicio. Hazme sufrir. Ponme a secar como un trapo mojado. Lléname de vida. Líbrame de mi estigma. Llámame tonta. Olvida todo lo que haya podido decirte hasta ahora. No me arrastres, no me asustes, vete lejos, pero no sueltes mi mano. Empecemos de nuevo. Toca mis ojos. Nota la textura del calor. ¿Por cuanto te vendes?. Píllate los dedos. Deja que te sirva un café, caliente, claro. Y sin azucar, sin aliento.
lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010
domingo, 14 de marzo de 2010
Coctail. All those things.
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