Report, if you have a problem with this page“ It's like a door open at the side of the house and this cool breeze is blowing in over the back of my neck. The breeze is Death whispering and that door is open for me to go through anytime I want. And I want to go through. I want the confusion to stop--no, not only confusion but pain too. ”
Walter Mosley
From : Debbie Doesn't Do It Anymore
