I am morphing with a host. Brazil has attached itself to me. It is trying to be a part of me. It is sinister. It is SINISTER. I can feel it. I can see it. I feel it on my back. It is sharing its evil. It is trying to morph with me. It is trying to enter my being. It is EVIL. IT IS EVIL.
There will be those who cry because they do not know how to love.
I said at one point of the night, “I have a corrupt soul.”
I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything.
Muita gente vai chorar
Porque tem muitos deles
Que não sabem amar
HAVE THE WORDS SPOKEN TO YOU?
Tina has had a part of god always there.
I hope I come back.
Brazil is the land where my nature is allowed to run free.
I finally understand my life.
I see your FIRE.
You’re angry at what you don’t understand.
Fonte —> Bukowski —> Shaw —> Wong
When I fight, I’m tapping into something. This is why I am drawn to it. It is how I communicate with the world.
I love you.
I am reduced to nothing but I understand everything.
I need my mother.
We do it all. We drink, fuck, kill, lie, cheat, steal, just to be closer to God.