na falta do que fazer, vá para o kongregate

tem pontos lá. pontos imaginários, mas que ajudam a auto-estima. provavelmente, agora, estou lá. (ps. isso é um link)

uneasy angels

i slept with my heavy clothes on so i would believe that the sweat would clean me; soul cleanser, the smell of sinful skin on the sheets, like somebody laid a hot brick on top of the pillow, like i could, by some sort of ancient medicine, have cured my ill-tempered soul, like a prosaic technique would have freed me from my sorrow and despair, of my disappointment, like i would sweat it all away, and leave it stuck on the heavy cotton, wash them away on the washing machine like all the mundane dirtiness. like it would have made me feel better.

it didn't.

andrea galvani