Cj Barrymore's Marketing

not dance, fly, do you let your feathers to hear my shot

It is simple, just once again ... One, two, three. One, two, three. Vuelta. You fall ... That disaster dancing that head of yours to come into my world, profane and alienated by the drops of alcohol on the palate, and not dance blood, and not move your feet dancing merengue ... Now there are only tangos suicide. Sleep

while dancing, believes that this closure is only dream and tell me if you want to sleep another night with me, tell me if my insanity is temporary. Perhaps the most serious errors are trivial, we need not talk sense, no need to live, died, without more, because no one has come to awaken me.

Better forget.

Did you try again? It turned what fails, so you get dizzy ... Sit down and tell me turn that hate and love, tell me why the stars get to you and me go off Why did I leave in the dark? That only Fire lights up a cigarette badly bundled my face and smoke clouds my path, and do not want to lose me, I can not if you and the sun looks at me and began to shit in my yard so they do not sleep, to remind the I'm living eternal suffering.

poets die And the pen between his teeth when you say the truth in your mind ...

not write, you're gone, I opened it, and nobody has come to say goodbye.