Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Behind our backs: the raunchy Lyra welcomes happy photons - they finally found proper bow that is worth shooting from. Meanwhile I give you at least one long look at breast - it is true: you can't sense the matter in this way: the thinnest millimetre: the heaviest gram - this piece of skin around the nipples Marches and Aprils will still reproduce by budding and and that bastard time will always have only minutes for us