I've got
some kind of power inside me...

Darling, don't you know
that colorless green ideas sleep furiously...

I remember you
blonde...

There is
roadkill on the street, bloody...

I want your voice in whispered timbres murmuring
the melodies of speech...

Holding my hand in the
parking lot...

Momma I'm a bad bad girl.
I can't never...

Herbal mist underneath the street light
walking through it...

I feel all
smooth touch and pleasure...

I want to ask
the kind of questions that probe...

Rush of creation
these fluid...

Tease me tease me with
gloss and matte...