sms

a panicky boy, playing hide and seek, and not figuring out where to hide, jumped from the 7th floor

she asked do you believe in signs. I don’t believe it, she responded, and I don’t believe it, and turned under the brick.

I bet you're naked under your clothes, you damn slut

as Indian psychoanalysts say, do you want to dance about it?

your mouth is like a Lada door. until you fuck it it won't close.

-where are you going? -buy eggs. - to the store? -on the sea.

-Dude, how are you? -you fucking son of a bitch, I played angry birds on highscreen pure f there was only one fucking pig left and your fucking SMS came out on top and I sent the bird to fly, fuck you knows where you went, fuck you bitch!! -sorry... -you just did it one more fucking time, fuck you man, fuck you!!!

breastfeeding in public. doesn't it annoy you? annoys me. You can't see anything from behind the baby's head.

I come home and look - there is dust. I think let me lie down too.

-in the questionnaire you wrote that you are a skeptic. -Are you sure that it was I who wrote this?