I'M NOT GOING TO CALL HIM A LIAR BEHIND HIS BACK BUT I WOULD SAY IT TO HIS FACE IF HE WAS HERE
20 July 2011
did you RSVP? did you cause a scene?
Hotel by Guillaume Apollinaire My bedroom is shaped like a cage The sun puts its arm through the window As for me I want to smoke to make a mirage I light my cigarette with daylight I don't want to work I want to smoke