We ate a lemondrop lollipop in a caramel carusell...slipped, fell, slided down to reach tha bottom of a well, with nobody to tell about the whereabouts, a love story being a non-australian walkabout, featuring you=ambivalent flower running routs generating power, finding me to devour. I met you in a u-turn covered in the ash of what I´ve burned..... A perfectly irrational match...brushing away my past in a rush....did´nt even blush on the night you captured me quite accurately, we exploded, floated, imploded.assimilated, changed the areacode inside, indeed it was an untidy riide, we arrived in pride...everywhere we decided to go I fastened my seatbelt, cause you wanted a showoff, killing surrounders softly ina co-op,sloppy, crop-formation often an obvious exhibition of sex and devotion, wich I found being very exiting, head over heels, taking a plunge in those beautiful eyes of yours. Impressed by the way you grabbed my soul I gave it to you for charity, knowing you´re hollowed enough loose the skeletons of the past you painted with damage, leaking through the bandage making you look like a rookie, greedy, needy amateur. I switched the light off, all of our wishes came true, fullfilled to levels belonging to the previously unknown, making a sideprone...straight into a ditch producing impossible heavenbound generousity..of wich I´ve never seen before in my life, not metaphorically...So now I´m a 3rd leg slave exceeding the limits of my own reality, divided in two, delighted walking in pride with nothing to fight against. Full of life.. lacking sense interacting sleepy on the rug, not realising I´m blinded, falling deeply cause of a she-drug.

I dissapeared without my usual face, days went by. Considering leaving a trace, finding my place, don´t ask me why..You came to close in the rollercoaster-riiide, mostly divided in doses too hiiigh, outside I´m covered in pride, internally I´m playing an intern, accidently winning a lottery, I´m proud to be walking on roses, two of a kiiind standing in liiine conglomorating out of the frames of time.... The passion got polluted by these arguements being phony generally when drunk and intoxicated..you know?..anti-elevated? Waking up the very day after, making up in a sexual rapture ...Forgetting about the outbursts, I´m having my doubts... Eventhough I´m thirsty for whatever you got store, despite the war growing between us. I gave you a part of my life not knowing you´d be my life, 80% of the time was partly heavenbound, refilling my heart. I´m diplomatically incorrect, romantically, litteraly secluding your past and your dark passanger....Taking over in situations where you doubted me..beating me up, telling lies, your inner advise became destructive I´m not a victim holding a grudge from being one of the guys you toss. looking back I needed a change it´s never in vain..thank you..your loss.

Shedrug, hedrug, hedrug, shedrug...fullfilling my life to the maximum, making me look redicilous