Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More "My Ex" :I'm saying him: "worked as auctioneer: he masterfully knew: how to read the body language: I did not need to speak almost nothing: I touched my upper lip only: and: press my back teeth.." He looked at me with jealousy - these boys are competing also with dead ones so I said: "I'll come" : and underlined it with thin smile - He accompanied me through the fens shyly: why is here: on the Mars: so much mud: I guess: because this raining isn't normal oblique but some demented computer optimalize it to a specifically fucking angle. As if he want I left so that I could coming back again: so you can wait here: Sweety: I am waiting on Venus forever. At half past two: he wrote: "I see your strips everywhere - you are tiger for me - the beast" Tigers are cool: no skinny cheetahs only just for quickly. ("to touch her loins - would be as to caress the hinges on the Pandora's Box") But yesterday: the rain did not write upon me nor' one line it wasn't like then - on the jazz days - when came that little black drummer: alone as the bonus: and: he inmembraned us: for half an hour we all together merged to one web: but that was Mr. Rain himself![]()