Callie

I am silent as the breeze, we are leaving from Glasgow, eat pasta think about ringing, but i haven't got the bite, she is such a dismal cow, this old friend of mine, my new Italian lover you see, American Bars is what we know, a bit different from Barlinnie, where she spent time quietly, riding the insane show, now she goes to Disney, doesn’t really do serenity, thinks she'll carry on somehow, brightly shining at some party, heading south the train sleeps, like going around and round, i paint my face with ease, suits me to feel alone.