'Do you hate how life moulds you and them?
How you adore big-breasted women. Possessed like these retarded emotions, a pixie and a dimple.
Gave them both a tumble. Their scent sticks to your fingers.
You slam into
Your very own imagination. Electric dusk. Sewer overflowing. Streets of muck,
The cleansing rain.
Ball, you say. Why the hell are you smiling?
There ain't no happy endings
You know how'