La dolce vitaa languish dirge for the mournless icarus in us all a kick in the stomach a piano on our headsLa dolce vita
a self-conscious deciever a big empty a drunk a bad musician gabriel under the irish snow
and i could go sailing to byzantium but carlos calls me to america and the velvets want me and i am la dolce vita
6.46 am 6.8.05Here was her dream:6.46 am 6.8.05
He got back from work at the normal hour, found his favorite chair, grabbed the newspaper, perused through the Arts section, and calmly informed her that this would be the last time they would see each other. He explained to her that he had stayed with her as long as he could. Here. It sayed so on his driver's license--which he pulled from his back pocket to show her. He also informed her that he was a murderer. Just last Tuesday, in fact. But if she went running to the police, he would be forced to tell them about her sister's suicide, and she wouldn't want that now, would she. He put his arm around her, cons
la dolce vitaa languish dirge for the mournless icarus in us all a kick in the stomach a piano on our headsla dolce vita
a selfconscious deciever a big empty a drunk a bad musician gabriel under the irish snow
and i could go sailing to byzantium but carlos calls me to america and the velvets want me and i am la dolce vita
