Early evening he get these urges. Skin tension under leatherette. A back bar somewhere in clubland. Cigarillo and the scene is set. See the bodies, now things're moving.
The Earth can be any shape you want it. Any shape at all. Dark and cold or bright and warm. Long or thin or small. But it's home and all I ever had. And maybe why for me the Earth is flat.
You came close. Close but no cigar. You didn't miss by far. You know you came this close. Close but no cigar. . Some people sing love songs. Everybody's got one.