Pardon my french kiss.
Spent a good deal of the weekend in small countryhouses. Some of them on small islands and others in the middle of woods. I loved all of them. I seriously wanna swap our shitty expensive flat for a cheap house in the middle of nowhere with a car to go with it. I need fresh air and silence have never been sexier. I swap my ibook for a nice knife, my internetconnection for a good pair of wellington boots. My collection of noicy ragga / gabba for a nice radio with P4 and P1. I live on memories and bad coffee.
Who am I?
Who am I?
2 Comments:
yeah, right. dream on brother
If I stop dreaming there´s no point of zipping my fly in the morning.
I dream about a small house, a fast car and a lot of naked women.
Try to stop me.
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