Treating Ringworm With Motor Oil

That 's what you know that kills you or you do not know what is in your hands, heart, kidney

leaving

fucking strong push to the portents, away from the heart, and stamping on the head.

of shame that I felt I do not say anything. The stifling nights. of being alone in the crowd. crowd of being inside the body. No space to contain them. In this warm skin caressing that nobody ever really. This does not love for anyone because I learned to disillusion you. Why I do not want for anything and I wanted to be yourself and lose it all. To know myself at the end. I know that the beginning has already been stolen by a disruptive grace without awareness. [I. Santacroce ° ° Revolver ]