Alle 2 Texte von the.real.Torres

Dear Carrie-Ann / Before you made me up / I was just a consciousness floating, / looking for a piece of matter / that would finally trap me. / Eternity made me tired (and quiet). / Some might call me a ghost / but this isn’t quite right ...

Dear Carrie-Ann, / It’s amazing! / You turned me into a character / when I felt like a piece of shit / sticking to the sole of that fat Republican’s / rubber boots / such a tiny piece of shit was I / that I went unnoticed for months /...