Regression: Chapter One
Life in the year two thousand, three hundred and fifty one does not differ much from life in the year two thousand. Continue Reading
A romantic realistic Argentinean writer.
Life in the year two thousand, three hundred and fifty one does not differ much from life in the year two thousand. Continue Reading →
The year is two thousand, three hundred and fifty one. Continue Reading →
I lay down my weapons for the day Continue Reading →
So, you like making up excuses, Continue Reading →
What a waste! He said, throwing the fish back into the river. Continue Reading →
Chciałbym mieć to w sobie
dbać więcej o politykę i ekologię, Continue Reading →
I wish I had it in me
to care more about politics and environmentalism, Continue Reading →
I want a takeaway girl,
to put in my pocket and go Continue Reading →
Offense is your name,
and you feed on my flaws Continue Reading →
Ceremoniously upset, Mitch pulled out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Continue Reading →