نظرية تطور راس البتنجان

Love in the Air.

Ladies collection

Lady Exotic

Lady Flora 

Lady Feather

The Last Bit of Milk

Papers everywhere

My bag is a black hole

I lost my keys to my home

My car is out of gas

My hair looks bad, I smell too

I haven’t showered in ages

The books I have, I never read

The paint is dry but the painting is not complete

There’s something at my window

A bird perhaps

I shot it with a rock; it bled to death

I’m not sorry for that

I’m sorry for not throwing out the garbage

And for drinking the last bit of milk.