Daddy, No.1

April 29th, 2009 by Neema | 1 Comment

every thing he says i recall because he repeats himself and tells tales as if the action is at par with the Matrix or Genesis. everything he says stays especially my name in vexed tones, he’s ready to leave, but i’m still dressing, selecting earings, So he roars my name into the walls, no, he’s [...]