December 2010
3 posts
Title: I Tried to Stalk You But Couldn’t Find Your Number on the Internet, I Translated Your Poems Instead
You know, I always wanted to say something poignant when you was around. But then I’d think of me loving you in another dimension, where I’d peek behind a bush and catch you playing with the skirt hem of another woman in high heels…How I hated her! You going round with that lady all happy...
I want to think that people are good and perform their best when they can derive pleasure from being good.
