Apr 05, 2003 11:38
the wind moves through manhatten
time again to travel
but for what do i look when my love is not missing?
careful dont let me cum when we re kissing
and make me sleep missing the sight and the sound of your tremor
doubtful your hand is much better
life is no fun making orgasims for one and So ive been told youll never grow old if your organs have fun in the sun
simple common stupid words no meanings
i tried to write tried to be right
yet brooklyn is so cold
observed with such attention life is unfamiliar
your own self is the intruder
my mind moves through the bowery and finds a lounge on the
lower east side
ill be inside admiring johnny walker
ahi serva newyork di dolore ostello
-nave senze nocchiere in gran tempesta!
non donna di provincia ma bordello!