sabato, 17 giugno 2006

and the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking they want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise at the sight of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but but anger her skin makes them sick in the night nauseousnauseousnauseousummer in the city i'm so lonelylonelylonely i've been hallucinating you babe at the backs of other women and i tap them on the shoulder and they turn around smiling but there's no recognition in their eyes.