Day: October 11, 2005

Torturero: Part II My cigarette smoke makesyour nostrils flare,distracting me from yournonchalance. I stare and wonder whyso much time was wastedtrying to be someoneI am not. Your words always pierced,your ears were always big;there was always something about youthat made me scared I started to resent allthat you seemed to be.Was it because Istopped worshipping…