(n. walusko). . The sting o' luv, how deep it was, so precious and so rare. How can this be just do for me what I can do myself?. The sting o' luv, I've had enough but not enough to share.
(n. walusko). . Eye can see the things to be. Here, a sound, a window far. And now you'll. . Feel.... You (and me), me (and you), and we (of the universe).