In the town of your house,
what kind of woman (the man)
it probably is to be?
Pictures of Yves St. Laurent
with a babe on each arm.
It’s like a death watch over here!
When the classmate and that person
who always passes each other,
that woman who is always happened to see
by the streetcar and the bus (the man),
normally it has lived,
the woman lifetime probably to go round, (the man).
Roger Dodger!
Please input metropolis
(I should have seen it coming
every day with
“Don’t think things look promising”
“breakdown of sorts” “not really feeling it”)
and districts deme town village and search [purohu].
(The bird in the purple/
gets blinded/ don’t move your eyes/
the wind lisps/
music from Mexico)
I eat these chips too fast.
Your future starts moving just a little.
