| = He's never sorry...|
Romulus Campan Maramuresanu
|There's some sort of aggressive tenderness, something soaked into tears of too much crying without being even noticed, and when finally noticed you were handed a tissue, you know you look c*** with handles down your nose...|
Looking for sympathy, empathy, it doesn't matter the name just anything resembling of anything else besides this likeness of a fresh, post-apocalyptic loneliness, where even Dr. Lecter seems better to date with, than all denominational gods, each deserving a much larger Nürnberg...
I'm afraid your guitar's neck might be too short for all the hands who'd be glad to join.
The Reverend rcm
| = thank you, ' reverend'|
|You can join in then, if you so wish. Others are welcome, too. I know it won't make a dim difference. But thanks for the kind thought, ' reverend', you made my morning( it's changed colours, look outside the window, from steel grey to more gey).|