We chatted about everything, we especially talked about nothing . Then came smiles, youth, war, …
When the repetition of the question make you understand that the answer doesn't matter.
Stop everything... It's only cool on the paper. In reality it's fucked up.
Universal manual of the plastic thing, without any waffle.
You are pitiful with photos, feet fetishist and dishes pixel maker? Come on, we are a plenty!
Forget about the civilities, serial-questioner. It’s time to stroke you with a shovel.