A little girl bought a horse. Classical type
The horse looks natural, plush like that.
I sleep a bad sleep in a dull room, I dream of all the shit, disgust,
Fear and ugliness. I wake up in a cold sweat, my instinct calls.
and sorter. Not yet recovering, I begin to bow my hand on the floor in search of
The Shoes. Suddenly I feel somebody’s thin mocked leg with a puddle.
I barely sat...