The past is history,
the future is a mistery
but the present is a gift.
That's why it's called "present"...
jueves, 10 de marzo de 2016
It starts in your gut, deep down here, where it stirs and churns. And then it rises. Hate rises fast and volcanic. It erupts hot on the breath. Your eyes go wide with fire. You clench your teeth so hard you think they'll shatter. *H.O.C.