karina

Caution for ink does lie; The ever growing thoughts of cynicism Sporting the guise of romanticism Allow me to allow you to fall through the rye. However, do not think I will misguide you. I wish to take you on a Wilde adventure To find the beauty in eloquent grandeur Without any regulations to abide to. My only desire is to host big and intimate parties for complete and perfect strangers to enjoy; To be like Gatsby and for any college girl or boy To wait for my words of invitation to come in the post. And just as any perfectly, possibly sane person, I like to pretend That fin does not mean The End.