…moods, 'you always share it with your another grooms, you really love no-one, its all about you and your weener, all the time. You come to another land, to fuck your needs, you are so far oway, you all life, of your own…

…Cold, so cold The wind is lashing my face I see the bench before my eyes Tonight the lights are dimmed by falling rain The park is filled with stray faces Lost in the hum of voices just like a shade of reality One…