to hell with literature
we want something redblooded
lousy with pure
reeking with stark
and fearlessly obscene
e.e.cummings
quarta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2011
tom hardy
The man above remained rigid, and yet his mystery was mobile. He stood beyond the railing of the observation deck of the south tower–at any moment he might just take off.
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