Bounce'uj dziwko bezrolna w czeluściach.

Cos I'm young, I'm fresh n gorgeously sexy. I want to explore the sphere, so cannot sit tight. Expressin on the woozy dancefloors. You cant have me for long in order to enjoy the very of mine.Watch me flee... It's just lik thiz. We got apart. Smoothly gettin hurt from each independent side. In some way, somehow, we cannot exist. Sometimes I wonder I consider this matter of stuff, but I am not able to recreate antidote, any elixir to stop this chain reaction. Dancin whores showing their asses in red strings. Pourin polish, best, qualified voodka, the ambrosia which we drink. Some burnt buddy has been playin on his black, sophisticated analog decks. N you do it lika thiz...I said you do it lika thiz. It's goin down.

Beautiful things.

Got up early, found something's missingmy only name.No one else sees but I got stuck,and soon forever came.Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.Who am I this time, where's my nameI guess it crept away.No one's calling for me at the door.And unpredictable won't bother anymore.And silently gets harder to ignore.Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.Just let it go, what now can never be.

Ring-shaped hyperspace gateways which were constructed to cause "The Gate Incident".

There's the waft, the 'puff' , if ruthlessly, absolutely wanting to be funny at times, but I'd rather prescind that shallow, superficial fact, of da summer. I shoulda be in progress of fullfilling my creepy obligationg n play it safe, cos these days...All in all, despite of the escapin through the window time, passing relentlessly I've initiated the irreversible chain reaction which consists of dozens of reminescences from the demoralizin time. A woman of easy virtue[?] Not yet, my sirs. Femme Fatale. Born for tha'. Gained a new level of a brand new dimension, harmful for the insolent, brash, petulant. I found spread innuendoes about murky past of mine. Escapin the situation, I'm outta the trap zone. Good, old [beaten] tracks commin into favours again, never into oblivion. Screw the world cos it belongs to me n carpe diem. Spin ya round.

The rest will come for sure. N I will not be allowed to be awaitin too long by the blind fate. i will be ridin on havin bonks. Everyone listens to "promiscuous" not acknowledged what does the FUCK it means. Slate on 'em my sirs from the finnest gay army on the fanciful hyperspace.