...We were in a little red house in Sweden. It was the end of August and the forest was dark and the lake Vänern was beautiful. There were a lot of flies, fat black flies and they were that clumsy than we thought that they were happy to wait for their death. Killing them wasn't funny, I swear they looked at us with a weird grine like "you can do it, we don't care"... So we didn't kill them and after a while we looked like them... Am I clumsy? Am I fat and black? Do my eyes look like huge red bubbles? I don't know... Well I really don't know...
rose keller club
envoyé par tosandco