He's a twentieth century boy. With his hands on the rails. Trying not to be sick again. And holding on for tomorrow. London ice cracks on a seamless line.
sorry. but i don't understand. the things you say. they make no sense at all. funny. but i think that you mean them all. this time. . don't you. i know that you think i'm a fool.
I spy in the night sky, don't I?. Phoebe io elara leda callisto. Sinope janus dione portius, so many moons. Quiet in the sky at night. Hot in the milky way.