The only one here in the dream, I claim no
doubt that could sound. So, lucky guy, the world is perfect the way it is—asleep
in the bathroom at the gas station I worked inside your writing.
What
I need best to think of the old days. Ears drip blood on the floor when he is thinking about you. In
bed, living and waiting, breathing how I'll miss you.
The second person to
follow me is the lunatic here signs his problem and goes though we both know we have only to be desirable in real life.
