How Much Benzocaine Is Too Much

on fire


How is having sex with someone you love so much and not feel anything; Be in you and putting into tears, because you can not feel anything for him. You feel mechanical doll that just being there on time. Mind I run for a bit in a song that speaks for the ultimate lap. The embrace that you do not need because you do not need excuses, no apologies necessary. How long can you feel this hug you think. And while the other is inside you, you feel the need for someone to fill the endless void you feel. The gap digs each day passes the loneliness you feel. No one but no one you love can not fill in because they want because they can not because not possible. Sex with someone you were in love is hell and you want to go. It ends in catches lap, get up panic to get a bath and feel your tears be one with running hot water in your face. Turn around and waiting in bed to sleep. In love, there is not love him, just being in love with another. The early morning leaving like a thief, do not wake up and have to explain. Luckily he saw it crying. Fortunately I did not understand the emptiness inside you. You get in the car, opens the window to hit the air breakfast and hear:
I dont care where you ve been tonight
It is of no cosequense, my dear
Just stay here in my arms, my lover
If the rest of the world could disappear, then I wouldn't care.
Cos I'm on fire.

Aviator Jeans Wagenstraat

Holy pictures


running as fast as you can and not panting. Does it seem strange but you stop a minute. Hear the breath. In approaching. Should be run. Not your gaze wander to the rear. And suddenly you find yourself alone in a forest. You do not hear anything. I dream for sure.
All my memories are a bright color. The very strong savor the flavor hits my brain so hard as an ice cream gives you headrush. Tell me give heartrush.
One morning in the virus which has to wake up because the other squash and sweat. I do not want to wake him up because he sleeps on you, but on the other skas. What do you do; You can taste the sweat and feel full. And look at the light coming from the crack and say I do not care to die far enough to be with him.
One afternoon fight, and says that she loves it. You throw the ashtray of throwing a cup and feel your heart be eradicated. One evening

wake up in panic because they know unconsciously that the next day will break.

One night you eat the stairs of a church and realize that you do not want to go by him.

One evening on the terrace you ride him, the kiss and do not want to stop.

Looking at the ceiling of the room because realize how wrong you understand things. He has a lot to tell you the ceiling.

Driving to his house, which never has invited inside. Or even his life. There are looking for a crack and powder that you throw again lose their way.