the air is cold in berlin. it makes ever word count. but i have found the new band- its going to be insane. they make every word count. im aged 27. this whine is almost good enough to drink. someone put a cork in me. keep my from stupidly telling the same joke over and over again. someone kiss me back to sleep. tell the joke at the end of the hall so i dont hear it.
Il commento era qualcosa del tipo "It's not my fault he's a camera whore"
