dont have to be a lesbian to appreciate the way femmes with lipstick mark their territory
muistan että joskus rakastin ehkä saan sen vielä takaisin
mutta kaikkihan tietää että mä leikin vaan
girl curled up on the sofa sleeping has surrendered to a dream which separates their world from violence, crouch their back, steps into a restaurant and orders a beer. they try to stop drinking and smoking but keep on smoking and drinking from their pocket they grab the viewer from reality sleep and dreaming are fully enclosed states of being (on the counter) i weave a connection i enthrall the world with my connection
when they walk the streets they catch looks they filter lust and talk the language of birds: i am waiting for a flower and i will die if touched
