Preposterous

What type of confession is that? If there's a connection to the outer whatsoever?

I grew uncertainty in the branches of my mind.

"Ho così paura del futuro che non posso cavarmela,

vorrei, vorrei, stare nelle braccia di un/a bell@ qualsiasi

ma nel modo sincero sebbene non eterno nemmeno onesto."

Isn't it irritating? Most certainly quietness grows tired.

I always wanted to nail Eros and I wish to be him, just the

thought of wrapping your legs around me, I've got a boner.

Dirty,obscene,sweet,considerate,polite and beautiful what is this

that I can't understand.

Under the nuclear sky, postmodern kid looks for love.