Excerpted unhinge. Sleepy zero 7.

HAve you ever felt bizzarier than I? Don't think so. Sleeping with Kitty who [who] is in charge of you. Dissolvin by the sounds of zero 7 , newely, lately doscovered formation. I want to chat with you, but the phone stays nnumb, dumb. I'm sure you've not started generating a letter yet. Yet travelin alone, making peculiar crises venturing into the urban jungle, ears fullfilled with music. Yet amazed, fascinated, delighted with a new scrap on the north hemi-sphere. (Why does it happen to me?) Why do you do it lika me? Why does the same scenario happen again? I don't have time for quotations. I'm busy with being bored. Mistake came across. I could have given you pillow the greatest strawberry. Another thing. Predicting an inner unhinge. Only can I guess what may happen then. The point is that I'm worried about you, until now, mainly, that you can change by the influence of some people. On the other hand I don't want you to be my slave . I'd rather settled down with a maverick. See, that's my unhinge...