branco sujo

no guru, no method, no teacher, just you and i and nature (...) and the father and the son and the holy ghost, in the garden wet with rain «in the garden» van morrison

if i ever close my eyes again, i’ll realize what you are to me. you’re simply a liar, an animal who bluffs and steals, until you become a bigger creature’s meal «ghost on the highway» the gun club