You.

Me.

Há combinações esteticamente perfeitas:

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not

understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.

- Lord Byron.

Write. Words. Books. Smoke. Cigarettes. Tequila. Jack Daniels. Drink. Sex. Fuck. Pleasure.

Hank Moddy's Style. Love it.

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.

 

- William Shakespeare.

O que era a vida sem um pouco de insanidade?