I have everything for cunts…
And I have nothing for souls.
Perhaps I have left it somewhere down the line after gulping down second bottle of whiskey in a day.
Alcoholism is great for effortless monsters, it’s great for people who don’t know anything except passing a day with just a broken memory in mind.
I can feel my soul roaming around this blue room, with constant Indies on recorder and a smell of evolving filth.
Women I like most…they are mostly forgotten and they don’t care about that…I like this effortlessness…
I like finding my place inside those wet, obscure holes of them…
And I have found everything there…art, graves, old winds, forgiveness, anomaly, wines,
love…love…love.
I just wish not to find my soul there…
I like being chased by it.

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Photograph: Google.

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