Train station.

Nieprzyjazd mój do miasta N. odbył się punktualnie. Zostałeś uprzedzony niewysłanym listem. Zdążyłeś nie przyjść w przewidzianej porze. Pociąg wjechał na peron trzeci. Wysiadło dużo ludzi. Uchodził w tłumie do wyjścia brak mojej osoby. Kilka kobiet zastąpiło mnie pośpiesznie w tym pośpiechu. Do jednej podbiegł ktoś nie znany mi, ale ona rozpoznała go natychmiast. Oboje wymienili nie nasz pocałunek, podczas czego zginęła nie moja walizka. Dworzec w mieście N. dobrze zdał egzamin z istnienia obiektywnego. Całość stała na swoim miejscu. Szczegóły poruszały się po wyznaczonych torach. Odbyło sie nawet umówione spotkanie. Poza zasięgiem naszej obecności. W raju utraconym prawdopodobieństwa. Gdzie indziej. Gdzie indziej. Jak te słówka dźwięczą. W. S.

Back to the future.

Catnapin with Hello Kitty mascot... Snatchin forty winks top less, In the land of Nod bottom less... I know you hear me boy... B-A-D-C-H-I-C, lookin' so sexy. Make them bitches hate me. She not me cause there's just one me I'm the M to the A-R-I-A. Something about me has got you hypnotized, examine my body like you're the science guy, watching my every move you anticipate. Starin At Me All Nite While Im Out On The Floor It Was Clear What U Wanted

Feels like twas Germany the last summer.

The wickedness of chocolate cake.

This ilk of thorns were dug into me. In the cybernetical sense, in the real sense as the silhouette in the bunch of the thorns standing, struggling on the green ring is me.

There is a house built out of stone. Wooden floors, walls and window sills...Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...This is a place where I don't feel aloneThis is a place where I feel at home...Cause, I built a home for you, for me. Until it disappeared from me, from you. And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...Out in the garden where we planted the seeds. There is a tree as old as me. Branches were sewn by the colour of green. Ground had arose and passed it's knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top, I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down. I held on as tightly as you held onto me. I held on as tightly as you held onto me... Cause, I built a home for you, for me. Until it disappeared from me, from you... And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Dolly mixture enobled devil's food cake with a whit of humbug...

I am just a sad scant girl doing my stuff. Nothing will be the same again, not to mention the fact that at my own request. One blink of an eye changes the entire soil I have been treading on until. Scattered petals all over the neatly mowed lawn accompanied by me lounging on the wooden deckchair. Flexed in the sunny spells fondling my face. Granted, will apply myself to prevalent, extensive progression on the hostile time-enemy.

Herring n Kipper got to the Peter Pan.

At first [glance] thought '''it'd never happen'''. Nevertheless, the indications are subtly unveiling 'em selves. '''Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge. I'm about to break''' a friendship tinged with eroticism, without resorting to tacky fabrications. Solely pure play of 'em words thronged wit conjuring tricks. Attitude [below zero] only towards dexterities. Neurolinguistics in a brand new dimension. So glad ''twas thee who stated common bond of ours. '''get away from me...!''' I claim to be the dissolved girl, thee upscale metaphysicist whose mere thoughts tickle myself pink What else do you want to impute me? On balance yourbeer gut doesn't appeal to me!

Candy flipping on a string.

Makin nowhere into somewhere.

It's hard to convey, but to some extent am sure thee are envious to a huge degree. Willing to gain a ring side seat on the present, rushing intercultural differencies? It assumes much more of the valuable time to get the insight on the matter. Moreover, it requires, well, it's difficult to put it into words, [other], trained sight. It's not like, you undeniably wish it was, hey presto!, in the blink of the retina you acquire desired knowledge. It may be a process of mundane research, resembling Marketing research in person. Scraps of information commence to appear day by day [ or night by the latter], gradually. Personally, I find it ilk of mystery getting mixed upin it. Myself shall presume, it depends enormousely on the person's disposition. I may tell things you'd never spoken up at times.

Try to mix up in street affair? On your way, there were higly indecipherable enties who laid their expectancies, hopes or whatever. God save, nothing more serious in to you. Some then passed away never waited until fulfilling those, they were left alone themselves. Am I the next to fade away? "She's the one gone bad. She won't be kind long, in real life. 'Cos she's too nice to you, n you're too nice to her."