Unforgotten nighthrills.

N°10, Nowhere road, I’m drowning in your dreams being filmed in Super Eight, I don’t know what it means but I know it’s too late. I smoke the chalice in Wonderland with Alice, I keep my eyes closed when I'm crossing the road. I got Hollywood on my toothpaste, makes my teeth taste all neon like. You’ve got me, you’re driving me insane, in the middle of the night screaming out your name it was a game to you never a game to me, now you’re waiting to see what I’ll do next, but like a reflex I already know everything you said, last night was just another test, just another way for you to mess with my head, so this is obsession, this lesson you’re keeping me guessing, so this is obsession. There's a boy that plays games all the time, almost. He don't have a friend, a male friend, a female friend. Then he is attending highschool, he saw a mouthy girl. Actually she'd be suitable for him, but she was not, cuz she wanted the others, the party ones, the ones tha were skilled at kissing. He was not for his unluck. He was into games n hacking, in the end. He was not so well-behaved, but it did not worked to win her. He was also lippy as she, but it did not work properly. One time she scorned him n it was the far cry of him. He lapsed into unconsciousness of her, so of the rest. 'Cos she's the kinda leader although she may not be aware of the fact. Only does it work to her benefit. I've dreamt bout tha guy tonight. I was so surprise this hasn't happened in reality because of my thrills. I am a thrillseeker, yeah bitch, that's right, but that was so impressive, so strong, substantial. I can't get enough of the impression...He tried to reach my lips, he moved away a little, but he returned slowly n do what he planed. His lips so kissable, lika cherry, juicy. He caugh his on mine and did it. I could not escape. I gave him back what he'd given me. He was the embodiment of the thrillness I've been seeking. Can he do it that way in reality? By what was it caused, it was so strong? Or someone sneaked up to my room and did it for real...?...again. Summer time's comming inexorably. My dream's going to become true. Again. Hanging out with strangers that’s the way that we begin. Staring at the sun, thinking it’s the moon. A tiny indication it’s gonna happen soon. Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black, I’m on the very last train to wherever, reckon thatI’ll see you sometime like never, not even in my wildest did I think that it would go like this, moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid. Good[?]bye.