Hipo Callin'.

We were totally reckless. As reckless and resilient in our custms as a human being with all his mental powers can allow to be. It was full of joy. Abundand in A spectacle full of colourful paradise experiences on earth. We cared about nothing back then. What now? How's it goin' t'be now? In the summer time in particular? Veiled in the shadows... The worst... The worst is yet to come... It's bound to be behind our abilities of self-suppression to turn any temptations down. An irresponsible horror show. God speed, no time, no time for anything. Poundin in ht eabbys of the claws, the claws are everything we may depend on at the time.

Magniloquent. Can't help it.

It's boring. It is to be with one n th'same person for all the time means something. Some things get worn out in a way. The way she kissed you n then dismissed you. An other strand; hhahaha, so funny, ur so phoney, dittoism that is what ur all about. Darn narrow horisons of yours. Playin the game I created myself, feeling inclined to say a thing. A thing is never meant to be said aloud, for it's already a too elaborated for a sentence. let's play one more time, the game, for it's been invented for such a hereby purposes. Babel, shutter [island], here it is. Try [not to] work out the meaning to be conveyed a thousand K miriads of time span in a time warp to flee before[hand]. It'll not work for you, granted. Still, do I have to work it out myself for the mere purpose of the intricacy of this gamery gamish gamey. Hey, look at her smile with a flame. She'll never fall in love with you again. No recipient intended, btw.

Lupine.

When she leaves She's just asking To be followed When she walks out All she wants is To be lead All my boys say She's just asking for it And I aint sayin' nothing She couldn't care less (oh oh) Wearing that dress Pretty little thing (oh no) Hot little thing Hot little thing who knows it Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out? 'Cos when u walk by You know every guy noticed The way that ur dress Clings on for the ride (mm mm) All my boys say She's the type to fake it´Cos when you walked in all I want is the reason To talk to the girl Whose grace is so rare All my boys say You wont get her numbers

Night-scented Stock.

"Och my God, I'm so blase, bored and world-weary that I don't even want to fuck!" Jeppers, this might be a quotation of a [EI] guy, as I had a rare opportunity to experience one of a kind theatrical event of a boy performing sulks. I have sagaciously decided to let him have his meal and did not interrupt nor disveil the intricacy of his supposed and och how righteous sulks. Another thing is, yes, we did try to be fully available for you, boys. What we did incure instead however sadly, was too much of a situation when there was little of you, guys, therefore us, girls, decided, same sagaciously, that it is of great need indeed to have your own ensemble of friends and the rub is to keep everything in a more or less balance. Besides... I know I'm not perfect but I can smile and I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes. I'm no angel, but please don't think that I won't try and try I'm no angel, but does that mean that I can't live my life I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry I'm no angel, but does that mean that I won't fly I know I'm not around each night and I know I always think I'm right