Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

People like me prove that you can survive without romance, even though you end up a bit unbalanced and you tend to argue with your own reflection.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.

Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.

And if you have five seconds to spare, I'll tell you the story of my life".

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

It's so shameful of me: I like you.