Hey, Taxi! ( already asking for excuses, you don't need coming around if you don't wanna know about it • Although you're welcome anyway : )

aAah! finally st. good that's kinda new, n' sexy about it... past bikinis, purses, skirts, miniskirts • however now it's selling lingeries door 2 door n' getting discount prices S2 ( cause you know what, too much for one person, and it doesn't cause the same FX anymore... on XS sincerity, dudelings n'anatomics. new situations, new moments, new trends. 2 feel it again. So cheap, so nasty. love, but unlove can be sexy too. just for a draft, not talking like this, after interviews are over, for the company dept. Good friends, good luck, lifestyles ( that's it ) : Business Business, dinner together for a night.

Living constantly in the streets. Making a survival on stories they sell. So exaggerated, steppie steps, onto safety. Cause they soon would understand I'm a frail. But I'm sexy, hotter than average, so it's alright by now. When I pick up the phone, to handle the business interviews. Kinda clumsy, kinda klutz. Busy now, what you want? Trying to conciliate work and homings, just like that, living onna hotel room. And back on the streets again, before I deliver it to the press. [...] Why'd you judge girls like this, are you really so sure : SAW THAT ! ONLY CREDITS FOR SLUTS ! ŒF ! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME ! [...] You help me it causes me any troublem. These women ! Still to review text, but I wanna be so slutty n' just can say it. Ding Ding Dong [...] No good people around, lately. N' not all men are just my kind. Just trying to live those comix again, with no panties, for some reason; inventing an USA that should exist for people like me, always dating around. Gossip, gossip, love.

Will it happen again, like a story? Some riders are real riders. Never bothered to question. I don't think so, they just don't care. These are just weirdos, molesting me by chance. I should like it, but they are disgusting, really. SO! Can you find me and hire a dude just like that? Just like that. for one night. I wannit. I'm just a nice girl, but my uterus is in porn for trouble. for another night. A few bucks dude, it makes me feel so nasty. Don't know how I'm gonna clean my spirit tomorrow, scrub my body onto the shower. Been a thousand times. [...] you don't be learning english like this, it's just a party with the dudes, Nancy. &No dudes anymore, just disengaged perverts. N' just a woman in town. maybe finding a partner, another rich company man who takes care of me for a while. Being slutty, like a fish loves the water. It's just a continuation of Too Much Love. Like it's 1992 again, on endless streets alone, in a parallel reality. You love me like that, don't you? Gonna migrate, forget and relate. Not the same person anymore.