Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Sober: platonically polygamous and drunk: occasionally lesbian: more or less: or: coquettish - originally: we just played it on guys: but once: we came to her completely crushed and bouth unhappy: in the corner of my heart: I guard a small bite She was born with sucked thumbs - she has a rumpled skin there forever - born one month post term - :: mother drank gin in pregnancy: when I feel sad: I pour a bottle of geneva into a bath: I'm a little bit simpler :: she says and undress me But somehow: it wasn't romantic at all: Mr. Dust the blood will drive across the heart: silken thorns with hot pink scroll on the top - what I buyed in the bar from a deaf I miss her jokes:: debatable: but besides: polysyllabic stuttering dude: I looked at his whimsical concrete face: which center was a great contribution to the sense of smell: the squirrel of hard fucking: which robbed my vocabulary: at least: I left in his brain the statue of my receding unearthly ass : this mostly pleasantly disposed: but otherwise sham bitch: bluffed with hilarious smiles: every half hour - she tried in vain to powder a tremendous acne on her chin: for a while: I played with her the refined farts into belly: but then: I already had to tell her - that she should never dethrone her individuality from porcelain:: I miss the telephonic atomization of the apart spended halfday: her sparkling magmaphonic voice: streamline evening with her She said to me: that: Chaplin's appear a bit grotesque for her: and Otello: theatrical: the death is a kind old weasel: has a sense of humor - murder and dirt is such British: Her pale green yole: Her contrasting shy implosions to inside:: you're such a too much good - I went to see in the bathroom: whether you didn't keep your face imprint on the towel: someday we'll adhere to greasy lipsticks: sweetheart::