On l'a vu dans la poussire. Avec les chats des cimetires. Glissant entre les fissures. Frlant les tombes et leurs murs. Dans la chaleur de l't. Les os des hommes pourrissaient.
Joey est affal, tournant les mouches. Le souffle du soir aime comme il tord la bouche. Il y a trois dserts traverser encore. Et une pendaison russir d'abord.
(Spoken) Hi, my name is John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. That's my name. Don't wear it out.. I'm the one-and-only great John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. There's nobody else than me. I'm special..
I know you are a woman by the way you burn below. I'll tell you secrets so good, you'll never tell a soul. Come closer, that bonfire holds his life like stones.
Most girls I know are so lame. Red hot bods. They're all the same. Nothing in between the ears. Just lots of space. Six cans of beer to fuck. . See you later.
I've had my pet. Since I was nine years old. I loved him and fed him. But one day he attacked. I knew he didn't love me back. So I grabbed him like a football.