emilalves

indeed one shall fancy their own flesh n blud. with a bit of a jazz drumming like the jungle book from the old days when he talk ratha nice im afraid. i wish not to descuss further on that matter im brave.
furry like so when the night is young and the moon is cold just like the lady i saw. not my lady, my lady she is allways there.

i do have 3 you see for you have seen them. look at you yapping away like few about women with cold strings.
ill make them warm when i do the rythm dance. angry naighberhud with the dogs all barking. barb-wire all sorts of likirish and nail polish. musterd in the face like mad.

do you understand the words that lead behind this scentence    -   tell meh not for i shall already have the awnser.

 - Emil - Alves - Andreasson -

yapping away like few.

having second thoughts theese days. actually there a 2 thougts i go by in the long run,

 

Angie i still..  osså vidare.

 

the other is:

i despize u..

so where do we go from here ey? it's been a year in this hole and i have had enough it.

having hair like so dip dip in that shit u wear when you are there. you know it's not fair when you sit in a chair thinking you don't dare. walking with high heels on my nervs, eating my brain till theres nothing but you left.

obsessed with theé.

 

i want to hear youre thoughts on sertain matters and you could hear mine if you wish.
be careful what you wish for though, u might not like what u find.. well i most seriously dought it.
and the thing is that it is so unessesssary! i just.. fucking tierd thats all.