bastard thoughts
my comfort zones
it was love’s fault
who stole your heart?
your answers
usual forms of improvision
Don’t panic!
understand my silence
not saying a word
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what can I say?
these thoughts
It is not hard to believe her.
The ghost opens her mouth
hallowed ground
tunnel of dreams
the canvas
stay in bed
the rest is history.
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a huge man
a real hottie with big tits and an nice ass
without vision
immediately without hesitation
a vibrating dildo
the image of another character
a place to slave for a price
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the puzzle
made out of copulating compliments
their separate ways
we are already there
when I first saw you
take my word for once
it is too obscene to me
listening to you
love is the mess you made
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the next century
in the eve
technicolor frenzy
another pill
next loser’s revolution
your imagination
bedroom talk
through the wires
phone came baby
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the honeymoon over
make believe that you believe in me
a script
the butler
fuck you very much
we parked the lost dream
you folks
for a moment or two
the paperwork
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Lend me your clown
a bigger liar
you have proved me so wrong
let’s not be shy
I was begging her
I want her to die.
and set fire to my dreams
We cannot hear you.
Do something.
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a journal of public identities
the self she presents
memories that smell like gasoline
not pretending
one afternoon
the nightmare
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we dug into the rotted earth
a past
not seen a car
blanketed your heart
the therapist
feelings and thoughts
not blinded by the lust of my loins
but to hear me talk?
