and good morning.
Hello you goat.
What is a goat?
Because you don’t care about me! You loved the other. She was a nun. And you plotted the horns of the branches of the flowering sirene to me and made them bear on my head. And when I locked myself in your car and cut off my veins, you were shouting for me to get out, or I was blowing your seats.
He is: When?? to
She is in a dream!
He is fucking...
The car has always been in the first place.
I’ve never had one.
She: Well and what?