Imagine a gardener, not very good at his job, forgetting to till the soil or throwing away the humus because it smelt bad. Just the same as me, unable to pick a shirt but quick to profess my love. My life is defined by bad decisions, and I'm proud of it too. Impulsive and quick… Continue reading Why I love bad decisions?
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I envy a Centipede
Snow-
not that I've seen her before; I imagine she's wet, amorphous and cold; like an elusive aunt, we hear so much about, she may ultimately disappoint.