it is not easy to sit in a big wooden throne.
you money might be endless, but the long shifts are nasty and exhausting.
sometimes your body just shuts off and all you can do is pills and portions.
- do you want to do the rides tonight? someone asks.

i think, that all i want to do is you. then you look back at me, and i know.
that you know exactly what i think. and you can not stop fucking laughing.
and it is mess, mess, mess.

i will give you another ring, instead of the one, that you are wearing.
and it is just not gonna be way out for the all freaking eternity. easy?

they say, the true love does not require torture, love.
you just take what you need when you need it.

it is gonna be another couple of days, i guess?
...
i assume, that the perfect lover is the one who can buy his girl chocolate
and text something like [babe, we ain`t have any condoms left..T^^T]
at the same time. you can be both. and i love the both sides of this flip.
even when you are hanging your subordinates, i adore you no any less.

i am tired of this year. my lawyers are tired.
i just want it already to be ended once for all.
and then, begin again.

night, he buys chocolates. who does that, still?