lunes, 17 de enero de 2011

justo así





















You know, every time I get with a woman, something happenss. Sometimes it happens sooner, sometimes it happens later.
This time it happened pretty fast.

Nobody owns anybody.
I just thought, that we are something special,Because we're just green corn.
Hey, what are we? Just people that pass in hallways?

I guess I expect too much.
Hey, I can't handle this scene, you know. I ought to be a fucking monk.


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