at 7 o'clock the pressure will mountand I'll take the liquid screwdrivermy favouriteand unwind in a pool of swashand tosh and beguilement and efferves..
traipsing through the dirtlooking at the starsI fell downI felt tiredThe ounce of energy had gonethe sugar not sweetmy doors were closedmy eyes wideth..
water flows throughs my escapedazzling firestonesclicking hunted heelsbreaking the easelthat holds all of my dreamsthe master is aboutthe ultimate is ..