"I love to see your a*s walking through my corridor"A Poem by The Kid of the TypewriterTo what made me lost myself, to what made me meet the pain.
And then they Call me crazy,
When I try to reach more levels. You saw me leading all the rebels to topple your skin kingdom for f*****g you with temptations, and then they Call me crazy. Take the blankets off your body and Let me read your moles like braille. You know we'll f**k so rabidly I will slap your a*s, my lady. © 2015 The Kid of the Typewriter |
StatsAuthorThe Kid of the TypewriterMadrid, SpainAboutI f*****g hate umbrellas, I really f*****g hate umbrellas. Ok, I understand the utility of the umbrella, which is obvious, and I could accept it´s moderate use depending on the context, the need.. more..Writing
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